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Sheeda Mar 2013
A kiss in the blue black dark
Inhibitions lost to drink
But slowly returning
Almost sober, but not quite
Forehead to forehead
Nose to nose
Chin to chin
Mouth to mouth
Resuscitation from this
Dream
Sparks fly between the two
But there are repercussions for that
Hands of another were held so tightly
Lips of another were made slightly wet
With a kiss unorthodox, taboo
Another's ******* pressed to his chest
While trying to make out another's eyes in the dark
A whispered goodnight
An event unregretted
A secret?
Lips that burned for more
But shushed
And feelings unrestrained.
Raven Feels Jun 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, this is my revival:p


this time I fluctuate

I breathe annihilation

what got rid of me I got rid of liberation

the hurt carried on the pearl as seen before

makes me moon the past a perfect doom not ignore

more I find reckless but in good tenders

bile arisen comes to a chocolate cake remembers

something for me for once and all

the apart rejoined from the great unregretted fall

said suffer time on the twentieth last of year

a June not ought for my happiness not dear

not a remnant

since then but not worth the resentment

other than a rapid eye above buried graves

let be dreaded for my save

mentioned a one to hurt one to dream

a revival knows the uniqueness that beams

now one to petty one to go

one to memory one to soon

my compass is to be found in dune


                                                                               -----ravenfeels
Ian Beckett Apr 2015
Thirty five years gone
But unforgotten

Momentous moment
But unbelievable

The evidence of living
But unstoppable

A collection of pride
But unconstrained

Things accumulated
But unimportant

Living love grows
But unregretted
JB Fuller May 2010
how many years can it wait before we forget
how long can we travel through this time
is this my burden to bear in solitude
does your heart have this along with mine

did I scare you as much as you scared me
or was the awkwardness limited to one
where are we now if we try to compare
the notes of all we had seen and done

how were you the hesitant party
when I was impulsive and carefree
but we were never the daring kind
if we opened our eyes we might see

time goes and comes and drains
a portrait of childhood cliché
true in every essential but lacking
the frozen moment of that single day

and after that time I knew you
stolen moments in brighter shade
the sun came out and we were left
with these new dreams we'd made

in this world I never included you
and in yours I've had no residence
this somber finale delicately wrought
and deliberately unregretted since
Reanna Jan 2015
The fight to inhale... the exhale, shaking
Deep repulsions, body aching.
No words to express the impact I’m taking
Having to accept that there are no more “memories in the making.”

Meaningless words that once caressed my ear lay scattered in pieces in a hidden chest
Put away memories of when those words weren’t meaningless.

Destroyer ! - Unexplained reasons of why you left me for her.
A wanted explanation but there’s no comparison to set us in
Lessons learned and “forgotten,” but really stored in another bin.

Winds stronger than the fight,
the water has no meaning but to take you one way
and let me drown.
I surrender my every emotion to the waves drifting
Attempts of catching my breath,
head barely lifting
I’m hit.
And as I’m tossed and turned I learned
it was time to turn and toss away
everything in me that was once my everything
Yet for some reason you still seem to be walking the shore just fine...

Remind me.
These are more than just memories, even the ones I can’t remember!
I may look like your weakest contender,
but you’ll never see someone fight against tide
like I have.
Finding my way to the shoreline, soaked head to toe
Drenched and shivering in remaining fears and unregretted hurt,
unable to solve the mystery of why we didn’t work.

I’ll leave the memories in the mystery and forgive all crimes,
I’m busy making new memories along my own shoreline.
Inspired by a friend who was going through a breakup where he left her out of the blue and whenever she would talk about him we're only reminded of their memories.

— The End —