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Juliana Apr 2021
Dear-Keydoard,

****-you.I-woke-up-this-morig
i-such-a-good-mood.­Although-there
was-a-slight-threat-of-rai,the-soud-of
thuder-wrap­ped-me-i-a-tight-hug.

There-was-o-aggig-feelig-of-detrayal
happe­ig-deeath-my-figertips.
My-creativty-was-flowig-freely.
The-words­-movig-from-drai-to-figertips,
words-separated,floodig-oto-the-ke­ys.
The-duzzig-of-my-drai-mixed-with-the
ull-of-oise-expected-of-­early-morig.

Dut-the,like-outer-space,I-missed-the
gravity-of-th­e-situatio.We-are-ot-a
friedship.We-are-darely-colleagues.
I-push­-you,you-do-what-I-say,
dut-sometimes,right-whe-I-eed-you,
you-do­’t.

So-I-thak-you,dear-keydoard,
for-deig-so-reliadle,
for-all-t­he-wrog-reasos.

Two-weeks-of-vacatio-is-all-I-could-hope,
Juliaa­-Theis
Jasmine smiles Apr 2014
I lay down in my bed
It's been a long day
I pull my knee's inward
and let out a sigh

I stare at the ring on my finger
the one you gave to me
I hold it and twist it in my fingers
until i have examined every color, every butterfly.

I close my eyes and clench my necklace
I trace the shape of the turtle with my figertips
I feel the silver in my hands
and remember when it was in yours

When I close my eyes a tear runs down my cheek
A tear of joy and sadness
Your sweet memory dances in my mind
Your love pierces through my heart

I miss you, I love you
exhaustion overwhelms me
I am ready to dream of you
Until I finally get to see you

Sweet dreams my love.
This week is really hitting me hard. I can not wait to see him again. It has been way to long. I love you.
Becky Bergstol Sep 2010
the world melts with the sun
every morning at sunrise
melts under the heat of golden rain

but when the sun goes down
and the liquid world cools, solidifies
the renaissance begins
and every night
a whole new world is created
a mysterious world

one night, the world created had no greed
and wind was as real as wood beneath the figertips
because they appreciated their surroundings for more than their worth

another night, the world formed into nothing but one mountain
with millions of people who had no method of communication
besides varying the twinkle in their eye

yet they were happier than we have ever been

every morning, a world melts
every night, a world is born
rey Oct 2018
‘tis the season,
of coldness.
my frost-bitten
figertips are sick
of the cold.
my red nose
and rosy cheeks
burning from the snow.
i wish i could drown
in the hot-cocoas
i long for.
my shivering arms
and cold toes
just want to be warm.
the darkness of the winter
makes the darkness
in my mind
find it’s way back.
spark me a flame—
thaw my cold heart
and hands.
remind me of warm thoughts,
the summer sun,
the burning of hot sand—
ugh, there’s only
snowflakes and frost.
i guess i’ll deal until
the warmness
finds its way back.
Celestite Nov 2018
rip the seams from your lips
speak, just use your words.
because latley we’ve  been throwing our hearts against the walls through a screen and pretending we’re fine.
crying the words we resisted from sending through a text at 10:01 pm.
and wondering if the other will send a heart back with “goodnight.”
spoiler alert: it’s not gonna happen.
so please
please
please, just speak my love.
because the day you say, “I love you,” you should use your words instead of your figertips.
persuasion
of
an
worded moon

consume me here
beyond this
reflection
as
me
eyes
release me

that my callousness
of
one
could
become
undone
watch
me
un
ravel

these are not mortal strings
what have you to offer me
after our flesh melts
what have you
puddles
on
the
floor


looking past the meaning
what meaning
should be
looking
for

who knew
the
owls
hoo hoo
howl
how
foul
the ***** thrown

come glimpsing with me
as
the
horizon
can be traced
on
my
figertips

shaken blankets
how warm
they
use
to
seem

now these stars seem
more recognizable
they see me here
day or night
they feel
me
here


can't you feel me
here we are
we are
you
i
am
you
crazy
persuasion
?


















...
..
.
you could never
bring me
back
...
..
.
Eternal silence prevades existance,
The peace unchanging in the absence of everything else,
In the tortured darkness of the void unbound
I swim,
A single spark
soon to be
extinguished
in the darkened waters.

°

A pulse.
An other besides myself.
Not
unlike a repeating eternity.
You do not notice me,
Too lost in the writhing pain of
  new consciousness.
No matter
I will not leave you to sink into the darkness
And die,
  as I have.  

°
You
Did not sink?
Too strong,
You float just breaking the surface,
And I reaching,
Realize
I could not drag you down if I tried
And still
I banish the thought
And destroyed the part of my mind
That dare thought
I deserved to say hello.

°
Hello.
I'm silent.
Hello?
It's you approaching me,
While I watch,
Waiting,
Some unknown
darkening your golden state into the blackness of my sea

   H.      E.     L.      L.     O. ?  !  ?
°
You are frantic
I can't tell why,
I close my eyes and sleep,
Convincing myself that I just forgot
The fact I left you alone,
And that you are now sinking,
If only to try and reach me.
it will not work.
No.
You will dive, as you have done before
Fall far enough
Your eyes will turn black,
And your hair will turn like mine,
Twisted and knotted in the currents.
You will glare,
Like you only do,
once you have burdened yourself with my darkness
Spitefully and full of hate,
Before you give up on your arduous journey
And return
To the light.

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I tried once
To join you instead
To swim upward like I had not since before I was-
Like this.
You looked so happy
Even after seeing my scared body
And knotting hair
And dark eyes
That stayed on you.
And I reached,
As I have never had something to reach towards before,
we touched
And for a single instant
We were eternal.


Oh how it burned.

×

Crying out you flee above the surface,
Far beyond what I could reach
Even if I tried
I could see you
The water clear still
As if the remanent of your presence
Wanted to make sure I could see
The only thing I was capable of causing
Was my pain.

You looked back down at me,
Acusing
And I look at my figertips
veins running gold with the light I stole from you.
I looked back up,
At your corrupted farce of happiness,
Trying to keep me near the surface
Even as you were too hesitant to come from where you flew.
And with every tear you cried
my ocean grew.

°

In my depths
I would catch a flash of gold
And fear
That you had finally made your way down,
Before realizing
If you had,
you would no longer be light.
So I followed the trail
And found you tarnished.
Taking you in my arms,
Dark marks blooming on your skin,
And pure revulsion in mine at the fact my hands looked prettier painted in
gold.

°
Ocean treasures
Lost amidst the sandy floor,
Hold no measure to you.
In my arms
We burn.
Brighter than the sun
I can't remember seeing.
°
Breaking surface is new
but I do not care
Battered winds push me under
And I fight to be out of the darkness that had been my home for eternity.
Golden flakes settle through the air,
Washing off your being
Leaving behind ivory and steel
And I wondered how you hadn't sunk
before.
°
You have yet to wake,
And I will not touch you more,
Only the wind is witness to the
First shouts,
first cries,
And first songs,
I have bothered to sing in millennia,
To pull you from your sleep
I break.
I am corrupted
And poison
And tarnished rust
But my heart is still beating,
It is enough.
°
Your first gasp of air is at dawn
Drawn into a body of ebony,
Raven hair ensnared in itself
And darkened eyes.
I did not steal your light but I am guilty all the same,
I do not feel it
Because your heart is beating
And I am empty.
First realllly long poem

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