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 Dec 2024 Kian
Madison Davenport
I love the way hand made garments
are perfect and wonderful and you can tell they are loved
by the way the buttons are little misplaced
but you wear it and smile and are warm

Or the way on a home made card
you can see the messy finger prints of a hand ungloved
as the paint and markers were still wet
and the glue didn't want to conform

Maybe it is within each perfect little mistake
that life and love is seen
different from the one before like a winters flake
in the smooth spaces and each in-between
I saw a Pinterest post where some ladies homemade shirt had uneven buttons and thought I'd write a poor poem on it. Somethings are just love incarnate
 Dec 2024 Kian
inthewater
i'm innocent!
no virtue spent
on fake affection from a gent

and i won't laugh
at stupid jokes
for vain attention from a bloke

you couldn't pay
for me to lie
for cheap comfort from a guy

but every now
and then, again
my path is crossed by finer men

and if i find
for me to mind
a soul to which my soul can bind

then bound to him
my heart will be,
with my virtue, for him for free

i'll love him so
but here's the thing
it will still cost a wedding ring!
any other words for man, virtue, or characteristics/qualities you would play on?
 Dec 2024 Kian
Aaron Combs
There in the color of the stars, I found you beneath the blue skyline,
under the icy wind of my warm tired prayers, desiring your spirit alone.

In the garden of memories, we began so well.
The Coca-Cola wonders, the Yamaha thunder ride into the sunset,
The thousands of people in Texas-sized arena, where you stood like a princess with laughter, standing in white, standing with me,

nothing could take you away.

But years after years, the warmth of your hands,
started to bring memories of grief, the candle of your heart,
I held so carefully, only burned me - continually.
Even my prayers betrayed me -
the colors of stars turned only darker yellow
And when I waited for season of grace - I only was left with dances of eggshells, fire, brimstone, and smaller gifts and compliments.

In my endless love, I know if we wander,
it's not always lost, but times like these
make the bridge between your heart and mine,
just a wall - of monstrous cactus, locusts, - just orbs of sorrow,

only sadness and pain I feel.

As soon as I step away, the planets seem to align, and
my prayers start to feel like home again.
And the silver necklace you gave me, becomes like a compass,
things go well, I find meaning and peace.

From these wintry nights or darker days -
from a broken heart, we both can be mended - I do know.  

I hope you find me in the colors of the stars, in the speed of its gravity and

maybe

I can find you in the silver garden of memories,
when you love yourself again, and
walk long enough around your red beautiful home,

and if you are searching, and asking
you can find me in the map of galaxies,

between you and I,

In the decades of light,

In all our prayers,
in my dark brown eyes.
 Dec 2024 Kian
inthewater
on occasion, when i sleep

i feel a warmth, profound and deep

the sole person that i've loved

fits my body like a glove

i close my eyes, and in his arms

i sleep soundly, free from harm

but then dawn breaks our slumber date

and i begin to question fate

against my will i leave your touch

for fate, she has you in her clutch
 Dec 2024 Kian
Eindeinne Moon
Dusk to dawn, you keep draining me,
Chug me up till I’m the whiskey you need.  
I don’t smoke, but I crave cigarettes after ***,  
Smoke then ****—what’s coming next? 
 
But darling, keep it just between us—because secrets are sweeter when I don't kiss and tell.
Baby, you know I can't control this feeling, but I just want to keep it to myself instead.

**** my soul the way you lick my body,
Kiss the **** out of me, I miss your fire.  
The smell of your sweater fuels my desire.  
When I wear oversized tees, I feel your trace,  
Like your touch still lingers, leaving its place.  

It is making you cry every time
You give your love to me this way.  
Saying you’d wait for me to stay,  
I know it hurts you, but it tastes like pleasure in pain.  

And I’m kissing you, lying in my room,
Holding you until you fall asleep.  
And it’s just as good as I knew it would be,  
Stay with me—I don’t want you to leave.  

You intoxicated me with your love so true,
I fall deep into the rabbit hole with you.  
I fall upside down, not on my knees,  
But begging silently for moments like these.  

I might like it oversized on me, 
But underneath, it’s your hands I need.  
Come and be my pillow, soft and true,  
You look so tired, let me baby you.  

In this vanilla twilight beneath pale skies,
Drop-dead gorgeous, you ignite my highs.  
So hot, I needed an espresso shot,  
You’re my craving—are you feeling what I’ve got?    

I’ll touch myself, but no, it’s not the same, 
I love when your arms play their claiming game.  
You’re **** in person, but do you miss me too?  
Does my body haunt the best of you?  

Are you happy? Or does longing remain?
I’ll hold you close, let’s burn in this flame.
 Dec 2024 Kian
Moncrieff
Sea Change
 Dec 2024 Kian
Moncrieff
memories flickering, fading,
    endless ocean waiting, wading,
closest kin and our best lived days,
    lost now; in this minds murky maze

love-shared moments felt together,
    all drift away; with no tether,
currents carry away from shore,
    landless horizon forever more

pitiful buoy thrown overboard,
    to accept presents false reward,
siren-like; drag you down with me,
    engulfing all; this deep, blue sea
grappling with memory loss, missing moments, forcibly forgotten friends
 Dec 2024 Kian
Ryan O'Leary
Democracy just as
a race can be fixed.
Tote’s a comulative
pool not static odds.
A totem pôle is for
Indian hyroglyphics.
But the tote bag is
for lugging grocery.
So, no matter how
one votes, even if
you spoil it or don’t
it matters not a toss.
There are no photo
finishes no each way
punts, handicaps or
disqualifications, it’s
the sport of Kings for
politicians and plebs.



Ps.

It is naieve to think
the aristocrates are
gone. Money and
power never changes
hands, tot that up!
 Dec 2024 Kian
Reveria
Be Mine..
 Dec 2024 Kian
Reveria
Every small inches
you push me apart
I tighten it a bit more closer
than before
Until my soul collides
Until there is no way for you to push me apart
And I'll fall in love
Each time i look into your eye.
Nature finds every possible way to destroy humanity,
And I cannot blame it—we tried to destroy it first.
I wonder if our loneliness and detachment
are her quiet verdict, a way of letting us go.
It’s not men or machines, or the heavens we worship—
her storms and wildfires are only reminders,
echoes of Eden’s fall.

Apple trees will grow from beneath the pavement,
But who will be left to taste the fruit?
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