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Collins learns Jul 2018
2018                    05                   21
                    That day             my birthday
               May 21st  2018    22nd anniversary
      Me remember all as if it was yesterday's tale
     How someone , very important stranger then,
       sent me a b'day wish I still cherish to date.
        Thats how it was born a unity of reason,
           Between me and my love Diana Dee,
             The beauty paragon I much adore.
                   Bae ur voice in particular,
                      Makes my ears gyrate,
                        Both in sure unison,
                          I will love u ***,
                            without any
                               Conditi
                                 tion
                                   .
Rachel May 2016
Their love created a paradox
Like Schrondiger's cat of uncertainty
Great in theory, but not in practice

Unspoken words reverberates like the Doppler effect
A product of her own creation with undesirable outcomes
****** if she does and ****** if she doesn't
For so long I have loved you and
This much I know is true
But now I find
For the first time
I fell IN-love with you
Written: October 30, 2018

All rights reserved.
[Limerick in:
Iambic Tetrameter format]
Algernon Jul 2014
we were playing catch and release at the lake
then going to the store to buy canned tuna
then learning how to tie knots:
latticework and basket weaving, promise keeping and lie making
securing one end of your thought
and anchored down by memory
and kept polished by time
but we keep playing catch and release
with our children
feeding them worms on hooks
and just as they reach the surface
"get back in the water"
we cry
get back in the water.
Shofi Ahmed Jul 2018
My sea is far away
let's meet closer anywhere
under the one same cloud.

My blue water is for the sun.
I sing beneath the wave.

My rose is for the show
I am imbued in the fragrance.
Love is in the air
the scent wafts into my heart.

My sky is open wide
beyond the rainbow
beyond the peacock's eyes.
It hugs the earth
reaching out far afar.

Catch it too
see from beneath the blue.
It casts the birdseye
slips out a butterfly!
A poem from my upcoming book Qun: Love is Unconditional
jonni inferno Apr 2018
i am
racing to catch a falling star
ablaze in golden splendor
entangled in glorious shimmers
caressed in her luminous waves
a glimmering gleam of suggestion
aglow in the glint of a ray
embracing her glittering virtue
in the light of a failing day



pic poem
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Heather Horner Nov 2017
Your mind flees its body
Clenching its fists

Mourning an absence
Craving existence

Chasing a hope
That floats in the distance

Churning a storm
That forms a resistance

You are strong
You are worthy
You are whole

But only small hands
Will catch your drifting soul.
Carter Ginter Apr 2013
You should know,
That every time I see you talking about him,
Or see a picture of you kissing him,
I get frustrated.
Because I know who you really are;
You do too.
And I know you love me.

No one else knows about us,
Not the way we really are,
Not the true emotion behind it all.
We're our own kind of crazy,
Because you won't admit the truth to anyone,
Except for me.

So when you're kissing him,
I just hope you can feel the difference.
Because if I recall correctly,
Before that night we spent together,
You claimed you'd never felt more like yourself,
More alive.

I made you see who you really are,
And I know that scared you more than ever.
But I still just don't understand,
Why you keep trying to change,
Complaining every time he hurts you,
Because it's always the same.

Yet you know I'd never hurt you.
You know I'm different than any 'him' you've ever had.
But you keep making the same mistake.
I'm not saying I'm perfect, or even right for you.
But if you really want things to change,
Stop fighting yourself and accept it:
You're in love with a girl.
It hurts to care about someone so much, and KNOW they feel the same, but they won't do anything about it. I understand she's afraid, I've been there before. But it wouldn't be so bad if she didn't still flirt sometimes. I'm not a secondhand comfort tool; not anymore. She'll understand eventually, and when she does she'll finally be happy. And that's all I want.
Khoi-San Nov 2018
Rare Misty mornings

Birds chirpy pecking happy

Worms stay up longer
Misty morning just having fun
Katie Miller Apr 11
You buy me six pink roses
When I buy you a red carnation
I chase the butterflies around as they go to my stomach
Stopping this frantic migration
You take my breath, I catch that, too
My own lungs can't even stand as a foundation
And when I am falling
Your hugs are a comforting sensation
And as I sit here in wonder
I come across a warm revelation
That I'm always playing catch
With you
Sky Nov 2014
Frown upon my withered heart!
and wipe away my tears.
Catch the nightmares, catch my dreams,
ensnare my childish fears.

Protect me, Catcher, put me down
and watch me sleep to-day.
the worries they encase me,
my dream’s the price I pay.

The morning comes unfiltered
the cycle is broken for now
Oh Catcher! my Catcher!
My faithful night snatcher!
Laid a kiss on my wavering brow.
I love my dreamcatcher
He
fished
a dream
in his sleep.
He caught a **** star.
For his cast had a lot of whip,
stretching his limit and rod as far as it can go.
When the rush of a bite sent him reeling he screamed for dear life as his catch jumped ahead.

Logan Robertson

1/14/2019
Fibonacci :  1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21...1 syllable, 1 syllable, 2 syllables, 3 syllables, 5 syllables, 8 syllables, 13 syllables, 21 syllables. For a total of 8 lines. Your writer is having fun in dreamland as the counting of sheep on this night came with a twist.
Jolan Lade Aug 2018
There is one thing I want to say before you go
There is one thing I want you to know
My heart still beats
Still feels
Still strolls down broken streets
My mind follows default maps
Wearing worn down safety straps
I am still ready to catch you
I am still ready, no matter what you will drag me into
I am still ready, even though I might not make it through
Just worn like stains
JR Falk Sep 2018
My dad would always warn me to be careful when falling in love;
I fall too quickly for my own good.

So on the days leading up to the moment you arrived,
I made sure I steadied my footing,
readying myself for the moment I would.
I could tell I was going to.
I wanted to be prepared.

But as I stood in that airport, my knees were already trembling.
It seemed as though the moment I saw you coming down that escalator,
I lost my footing.
All of a sudden everything around me had disappeared.
All at once, I was falling.

I wondered if skydiving rivaled that thrill, and the fear.
My heart never stopped pounding.

When we got back to the car,
I kept staring at you as though you'd vanish.
My mouth grew dry with dread.
I worried I would wake any moment and all of this would have been nothing but a dream.
But I didn't, and you remained.

We stepped into my room and everything blurred.
I heard nothing but the air rushing by me as I fell harder each moment.
I turned to you, begging for clarity, and was met with a kiss.
For a moment, I could see again.
I warned you I was petrified.
You held me.

I saw the pieces of me I had lost when falling in the past come hurtling towards me as I fell.
When I woke up to you, your chestnut irises were still closed,
yet your breathing stabilized my rugged heart rate.
I was completely unaware of where the ground was,
or how hard I'd hit it,
but I savored the sight as though it were still all just a dream.

Each and every moment with you,
I feared the outcome.
I prepared myself with every aching hour for the impact.
My breathing was so unsteady, I felt on the verge of collapsing.
I closed my eyes. I couldn't let myself see what was coming.

As we sat on my bed, and you held me in your arms,
you begged me to open up.
You insisted I open my eyes,
and I fought tears as our breathing synchronized.
I could see the ground now.
The panic clawed its way out of my heart, up my throat,
and I felt my body shake as the words finally spilled out.

I braced myself.
I winced, expecting the pain.
I had anticipated every bit of me to shatter.
I was ready for there to be nothing left of me to break.

But I didn't break.

I could tell the world around me was still again,
but I wasn't on the ground.
I was not broken.
I was pieced back together, carefully.

You kissed me, breathing into me the life I thought I'd given up.
I finally opened my eyes, and as my vision focused,
there sat every piece of me I thought I had thrown away for each and every heartbreak before.
The parts of me that I had lost so long ago, that I assumed nobody would miss or remember,
sat upright, polished, and presented like precious gems.
The feeling in my body returned,
and I turned to those perfect orbs in disbelief--

you caught me.

You never let me go.

It was then that I realized that all the while I had readied myself to fall,
I had already spent my life preparing my heart for you.

So when my dad reminds me to be careful this time, I'll let him know:

I was, but I never needed to be.
You were right here all along,
waiting to catch me.
2:09am
9.29.2018

oh my ******* god, i love you.

a month from right now i'll be in your arms again.
cleo Jan 2018
the stench of nicotine still lingers on my fingertips
i go to scratch my nose
catch the smoke
and prepare for the nausea to peak
but it doesn't
this time something's different
i no longer think of my grandfather,
his face wrinkled and worn, his eyes sunken, lying in a hospital bed surrounded by those he loves and who love him
grieving a life not yet lost
no
i no longer think of my grandfather
but you
of you and me sitting in your backyard
the sun soundly sleeping while the moon keeps watch
sitting with you, i felt invincible
even with the nicotine flowing through my veins
the dopamine hitting my brain
i feel invincible
Cné Mar 2017
Think of me, just my tongue gliding from the bottom to the very tip,
Dreaming only of a tasteful sip
Under the table
If I'm able
To catch just a simple drip.
Don't blame me, inspired by the man in a boring meeting with only time to ****.
ConnectHook Nov 2015
♪♫♪♪

Your beaded snakeskin loincloth

strung beneath humid palms

cool rippling breeze that calms

our hammock hung under thatch

what a catch . . .

your Amazons running into my Congo

lost track of my bongo

back about one mile

from the sources of the Nile:

your jungle smile.

Restoring all celestial things

deep within your tropical clearings . . .

flowing slowly, going loco

at the mythic mouth of the Orinico;

shake your nut-brown biospheres

and banish all my worldly fears.

Dusk is nearing — clearing the hill

insects trilling a sinuous thrill;

the yuca half-mashed in the clay ***

the witch doctor hungover in his hut

while our little fire smolders

near the mountains of the moon

—or are they only boulders?

Come soon

Jesus, Lord of the Jungle . . .
NOTES: ♪♪♫♪♪♫♫
♪♫♪♪
Hungry Panda Nov 2018
When the ball is snapped
I run like hell
When I catch it
I run it some more
When the other team has it
They won't go far
Until I am there
Until my team is with me
Like football has been for me
I have always loved football
When I need to run
When I need to catch
When I need to feel
Like part of the team
Amanda Aug 2018
I watch our love go up in flames
Feel my soul catch fire too
Summer reminds of happier days
The face I once knew

Distance is dangerous wind
Fanning flames, vacant of your smile each day
Your heart so numb you cannot feel the burn
Hear it beat even miles away

Patience the quality I lack
Forget to give my feelings time
So these hasty decisions catch up
When it's too late to change my mind

In forgotten days when your heart was better
Pleasant, simple, and unaware
Friendship quietly develops rust
Photographs more than eyes can bear

Broken glass, shattered hearts
It has all lead to this dead end
Perfectly synced self-destruction
Beautifully orchestrated lies descend

Peeking through darkness, cartwheeling midair
No stars left in our sky
The night alive with melancholy
Sorrowful birdsong in gusts low and high

My heart suspended in tragic beauty
Soul dies a little more every day
Waiting for eyelids to finally open to the light
Radiating from the glow of flames guiding the way
I swear I'd burn the city down to show you the light
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