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 Jan 2019 Marty
arthohos
Don’t get too comfortable
Don’t let your shields down
Don’t
Don’t let him trick you
with his comforting beautiful eyes
Don’t let that smile fool you
Eventually
that comforting look
will fade away
These beautiful eyes
will avoid you
and that smile
that gorgeous smile
will stop chasing you

His comforting words will stop
and will be replaced with harming ones

He will be pain, only pain
and its too late to walk away.
to the love of my life
 Jan 2019 Marty
Jen
Eternity
 Jan 2019 Marty
Jen
Eternity
Elapsed
Through fingers.
It wasn’t
Real...
Touched
And lingered
All over,
To return to the
Inception
Eternally.
We can live forever,
In another world.
 Jan 2019 Marty
Jen
Awakened
 Jan 2019 Marty
Jen
Fog dissipated to the sheen and splendor of
Bursts that broke through twilight’s embrace
Released from their cages by night’s keeper
Right before daybreak, awakened the sleeper.
 Dec 2018 Marty
Melissa S
It’s a crisp October morning and it is perfect.
My son is nearby digging in the earth for bugs and searching for his new friend Bob the lizard.
I can hear my Boykin spaniel yelping and chasing squirrels in the woods. I am sweeping newly fallen leaves off my front porch and just enjoying all the sounds. The wind is slightly blowing and the sun is warming the dew on the grass. It is the kind of morning where everything seems wonderful even if for just this moment. I am going to fix me a cup of coffee and sit on the swing and enjoy it for just a moment more....❤️
Hello HP been missing you all
 Dec 2018 Marty
Sergio Gonzalez
Long walks on the moon
The beach is made of cheese
Violets could be anything
As long as you’re with me
 Dec 2018 Marty
Sergio Gonzalez
Another hour
Another day
Another year
What’s my delay?

I waste my youth
To my dismay
Searching for sunlight in the heavy rain
Dry
.
It
is
true,
you are
totally right.
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a  jungle  when  the  clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what  I  write,  I  barely  feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh god, I really miss
the rain
Es frustrante tener  las palabras pero no el tiempo y luego tener el tiempo y no recordar las palabras
 Oct 2018 Marty
pluto
you wake up
his hair is spilled across the pillow,
the sun slants across his cheekbone
and his breath is slow and even.
he smells like an open field
and his body is wrapped around yours
so he keeps you warm.
you think,
there is no moment better than this,
that he is too perfect to exist.
but you wake up gasping,
skin soaked in sweat.
you lie there for a long time,
in your completely empty bed.
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