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You make me cry,
In a good way.

I've never felt anything like this before,
Cradled in your loving arms,
Don't need therapy.

The time we spend together,
Is better.
She makes me so happy that I shed tears
I hope I didn't soak her arms
Simon Bridges May 20
A small room
                       Austere
A sepia image
Retains a slender figure
                     In Silver frame

It rests
Upon a circular table
Where within fallen petals
A single barbed rose
Lays beside a Gillows chair
                   There is no vase

A newspaper
               Outdated
Placed with intent
On a chaise longue
Awaits a reply from
         An underlined entry
         That’s buried
         Within the lost and found
asna May 10
𝙰 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚐
𝙽𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍.
𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢
𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗
So 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎
𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛  
𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛
𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚐
𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎
𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎
𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑
𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖
𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎
𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚛  𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝
A M Ryder Apr 28
You all have
A little bit of
"I want to save the world!"
In you

I just want you to know
That it's ok
If you only save
One person
And it's okay
If that person
Is you
Kat M Mar 20
Electricity buzzes through my mind
Surging in my stomach and onto
Every cell of my body ignites by the thought
Of you and your lips on mine
As each and every word you muttered
Lingers on my racing mind

A dangerous feeling to remember
Your hand holding mine
Something so comforting yet
Juxtaposed by the nervousness of
Butterflies; their wings batting against my focus
As I cling onto your arms

Memory of each engagement leaves me
Engulfed thinking of your skin on mine
Your voice in my ear; my thoughts are
Covered with your residual trace
Yearning for a mutual exchange of
Thought unburdened by niceties

Pure enchantment of novelty and security
Mingling with the clashing of reality and fantasy
Aching for your presence, just biding my time
Until our paths finally intertwine
Interlocking puzzle pieces creating
Familiarity by your side as our ideas mingle and collide
Feedback Welcome!
Manx Mar 4
I feel that the light is shining on all of us,
Here today,
That are of this generation.
Without thought for creed or nation,
Dispensation or convictions.
I feel in the air
A breeze of change
From the winds of truth.
I hear the chimes
Of a pur of gust on chords
From a pale vision given color.

I see concern in the face of my brothers,
I discern a scent staining my sisters.

That they are not treated as fathers,
That they are not treated as mothers;
That they are less person & more chattel.

Whatever your chosen identity.

And even so, despite conjecture
The majority feel as such,
That line of a nation
Is one without factions.
And yet, by the party system,
That lie of a nation
Is one where we are equals.
Because in being separate
We are not different,
Not in this way.
For we are conjoined
And yet disjointed;
Debating becomes like arguing,
Disagreeing becomes like fighting.

My friends, what are we doing?
Is it not yet evident
That without the cooperation,
Consent,
And participation
By the majority of the populace
That it is impossible for us to attain real order?
Outside of seditious and nefarious plans
For power grabs of total control,
Which will all reliably fail,
There are solutions.
Nothing so final
As the extremist comics,
Often pessimists or nihilists,
So salivate and dream over.
And nothing so care-free
As some sadists or hedonists,
Often pessimists or nihilists,
So swoon and fall for.
Yet nor too meek or rigid
As some fanatics or magicians,
Often pessimists or nihilists,
So worship and practice ritual.
No. We will be democratic
With a government
Who hears of all
That plagues & plights;
By little & tall,
Small & large.
We will have a middle,
Common ground
Where we may all be impartial.
That place we shall call,
Columbia.
Melanie Feb 25
mare tranquillitatis
sea of tranquility
our place of security, of calm
Blue Moon, Moon River
across the hall
feels 238,900 miles away
Zee Jan 8
Sometimes there isn't a reason why.
Sometimes you just have to sit in the pain.
Let it wash over you like rain.

Sometimes the villain wins.
With no justice in sight.

It's hard to watch a person that hurt you.
Get everything you want.

Sometimes people are people.
With their own flaws and faults.

Some are bad.
Some are good.
Sone stand in between.

You never know which one you'll meet.
Till they show the running colours underneath.
That you wish you would have never seen.

Some goodbyes are sweet.
Wishing you well.
Others are bitter.

Leaving scars in your memory.
Sometimes just sometimes.
People are people.
They can't help who they are.

Sometimes you can try to change.
To rearrange them.

Sometimes you just can't.
TreeGoth Dec 2024
I walk the streets
Looking for friends
I walk the streets in
The middle of the night
As I am in search of
Of friend life forms
But only to
Be met with hate
Only to be ridiculed
Only to be
Forced to fit in
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