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Asher 2d
Sometimes all I need
a soul to mirror my own.  
Am I too much, though?
Sam S 4d
Look at you, towering high,
Rooted deep beneath the sky.
Ancient limbs, your secrets told,
Whispering tales as years unfold.
Hug A Tree
Abel 6d
I am awake
Headphones over my ears
Blasting music into my brain
Everyone else asleep

Do I feel lonely?
No, I do not.
Because someone keeps me company
Through their distorted thoughts.
I hope anyone awake enough is enjoying some peace and quiet at the dead of night.
dead poet Dec 11
your smile confounds:
how it opens at my touch
yet, closes softly,
like a snare that traps my defiance;

                            - keeps me modest.

i adore how your lower lip spasms with desire,
while your upper lip struggles to hide it.
i know there’s more to your smile,
for i have kissed you -
with an undying thirst
that respawns at the close of day.

i’ll forever be in awe -
of the benevolence you summon
with your subtleties;

                          - keeps me honest.

i long for your smile;
i long for your love;
i long for another day -
with you.
On the day the storm came
You swallowed all the rain
And you tucked the clouds away
Behind mountains.

When the chaos blew in
You set sails to catch the wind
And you harnessed my sins
Into guidance.

I made my way home
Walking on stepping stones.
A path I'd never known
To exist.

And upon my return
My chest beat and it burned.
An insantiable yearn,
Did persist.

So we meet in the shadows,
Breathing air only we know
& with the strike of an arrow
I bleed.

Then I start proceeding
To wrap up my feelings
In the shirt that I bleed in
And weep.

Cause when I get giddy
This sudden fear hits me.
My mind becomes dizzy,
Confused.

So these feelings, I lock
in a heart shaped box
With a kiss on the top
For you.

You couldn't resist
To unlock this gift.
The key was your kiss
To open.

But the diamonds you find
Are a deadly disguise
And a gun lies inside,
Unspoken.

Honey dripped breath
As I start to undress.
Unaware, you accept
This token.

You won't throw it away
So the ground starts to shake
And all that became,
Gets broken.

What lies in your grip
through your fingers,   slips.
Hungry... I am your fix.
It taunts you.

I can only submit
When you hold back my wrists
And make me admit
That I want you.

You feed this connection
I keep asking the question:
What is your intention
With me?

Cause you leave an impression
And my skin is indented
With all your affection
For me.

When its all said and done
Will you've had all your fun?
Would this be all for none,
Obsolete?

Is this true or this false?
Am I just your default?
How would 𝘺𝘰𝘶 recall
This story?

My heart, here it stands
In a dark red romance.
I put the gun in your hands,
And surrender.

Just hope you consider
The tip of your finger
When you tease the trigger...

           𝗥𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿.

▪︎ micalight ▪︎
12•03•24
The heart shaped box, you chose to enter.
DJQuill Nov 28
I am like a net that collects your voice. Absorbing the word as I sit beside you.
With fixed eyes
I will not change the channel
I will sit on the couch and keep listening
Sara Barrett Nov 28
Listening to silence, love often speaks
in ways words cannot express.
Hearing what’s unsaid, it reveals itself,
the gentle art of quiet presence.

When words fail to comfort the ache,
a hug soothes the heart instead.
Found in the simple act of being,
joy lives beyond what language says.

On long days filled with longing and silence,
memories of 20 questions linger.
Indeed, love is knowing this truth:
it lives in presence, in touch, in time.
This piece explores the quiet ways love speaks when words are not enough. Through simple acts of presence and touch, the poem reflects on how true connection is often found in the unsaid moments—those that linger in silence and linger in our hearts. A tribute to the deep, unspoken understanding between people, it speaks to the healing power of being present with one another.
It begins

With fiery jokes about Canada  
And your hair, blazing, untamed

Is it maybe your stunning mind
I am simmering, 180 degrees

Perhaps it is the cookies we bake,  
The stories we share,
the laughter we shape
With such SERIOUS faces

I could look at you for hours.
Your beauty defies all word
But it's not even that —

Your charm and confidence  —
you wear them like a crown
—I know it must hurt

It could be your ambition
That I truly love so much

This burning sensation is so strange
I know you won't like this, but
This love, like wine, leaves me  
soaked, spinning, dizzy

I am just not used to this—
I've never wanted anybody to feel so good in life
But it is what I want for you

I feel so free,

You are too —

You know the moon is free falling too
21-11-2024
E.A.
Sam S Nov 26
One soul can stray, split in two,
Lost through time, unsure what’s true.
Yet in the end, we’re one same mould,
Forever bound, a story retold.
Sometimes it feels that we have lost a part of ourselves, only to find it hidden deep within.
Sara Barrett Nov 24
My mind, a maze, is where I wander alone. Tangled pathways overwhelm my thoughts. Seeking gentle light, I aim to find love’s embrace. Yet, shadows of chaos cloud my vision.Yearning for calm communication and connection, I desire safety and trust in every moment. Being transparent seems like a far-off dream, although it is crucial for love’s basis. Standing firm in this world of confusion, I declare: I deserve better—love that is honest and true.
This poem delves into the complexities of the mind, portraying it as a maze filled with tangled thoughts and emotional turmoil. It expresses a yearning for connection, trust, and transparency in love, while acknowledging the shadows of chaos that cloud one's vision. The speaker asserts their right to authentic love, culminating in a powerful declaration of self-worth. This piece resonates with anyone navigating their own emotional landscape,
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