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Danny Wolf Mar 2015
Warm breath lingers under sheets,
hugs gentle
and whispers,
"I'm sorry."
I lay here now
within the fine line boundaries of this love
and a piece of me must mourn for what may never be.
But I have found there is more truth to this holding
as it speaks for all the words that have gone unspoken,
all the unanswered questions.
I breathed you in deep,
awake to remember your skin.
Intertwined in ways more than just the extremities of our Earlthy bodies,
my soul is at ease knowing a piece of you
will always be held within a piece of me.
Arjun Tyagi Oct 2019
Between the memories of a twilight just past,
and the breaking of the zenith with holy light,
hangs an old child inverted,
suspended on a thread black as unholy night.

She wonders, she ponders,
she reminisces, she thinks.
She laments, she cries,
she laughs, lucidly she sinks.

The ground below turned,
as the tide of time wills it.
While in her free-float she  waited,
unaware of all earlthy business.

Things and People come,
Things and People go.
Was it really so different,
from what those awake know?

And Realization dawns,
in the stead of  Golden Eye this morning,
just over the valleys it flew,
just under the hills it was soaring.

An arrow of inner thought,
whipping through the dark,
severed the thread,
and let her fall.

Between this one dream,
and the future beyond her shut eyes,
sleeps an old child, almost aware,
that time shall pass, time shall fly.
DT.
Talia Yeager May 2019
I’ve never had a home but I’ve always wanted one.
I’ve spent a lot of time trying to understand what that word means.

Some say you carry your home within your heart
Others say your soul  knows where home is and it’s beyond this earlthy realm.
And if you feel like an alien here on earth chances are that resonates with you.

I’ve always searched for home in my family, my friends, lovers.
Nothing ever felt quite right.
Never gave me that feeling of content or made my heart feel whole.
Nothing ever made me lose that urge I would feel in the center of my body to stop searching.

Not until I found you.
You smelled like home, you tasted like home, you felt like home.
I’ve never had a home, but I don’t need one anymore

You make anything feel like home to me.

— The End —