Take me home, will you,
for I've been out here lost,
more than I wanted,
longer than I anticipated,
and lonelier than I imagined.
- DG
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sing me
a song
while i sleep
so that your voice
may enter
my dreams
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SILENT IS THE NIGHT.
Silent is the night,
when everyone's asleep,
No one hears my pain,
no one hears me weep.
Everyone's in dreamland,
and no one will ever see,
How lonely is my night,
how I ache to dream with thee.
@Ambrose Harte
@Scattered Thoughts
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my photos are grainy
no time to capture
a clear shot
of a world held
together by strands
of darting pieces.
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EMOTIONAL BID FOR CONNECTION.
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One day you will realize, it's not fate or luck that got you here but the choices you've made, the habits you've formed, the thoughts you've run in your head.
-sometimes it's easier to blame the gods or destiny
katie
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men like that
like you
the ones with soft, brown eyes
eyes that look at me like I’m worth worship
something surreal, almost devine
not another ugly immortal
in his gaze, I am the starry night
the ocean itself
your eyes, like pools of honey,
warm, drowsy, glazed as if intoxicated
on the love we just made
baby, you deserve red roses
soft kisses showered all over your face
you deserve words that read like prayers
poems that end in violence so soft
it feels less like romance
more like worship
-Nidhi Bhasin
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A Feud to Carry Vol. 2, 2.1.24
“30 Days; Or Less”
February is the month of mistakes
Trial and error
The second beginning, to pick up the pieces
Left by January, left by the prior year
Left by everyone around you
And make something of the days
Building each one upon the next
Snapping into place
The shortest month
Therefore the safest to try
Let this be the beginning
Of the next day and the next day
Each step gaining speed
In the downhill race to March
Stumbling to find that rhythm
Even if you tumble and roll
Towards that goal
You are still, yes still, moving forward
@env0writes C.Buck
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Photo by @mynamemeanscloud
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Maybe I should have gone to you
In January, when the cold
Rang in the earth’s bones-
Shaking,
Shaking
Shaking you unsteady
Your heart heavy
Your mind ready
To unravel.
Yes, maybe I should have gone to you-
Even if you would have gone away,
Anyway.
J. K. L
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Do not come after me for the words unspoken,
more often than not,
there is so much more I would otherwise say,
but these loitering thoughts,
and relentless fears,
take a stronghold on me;
I make futile attempts to clasp myself together,
and yet, the worries win everytime,
as if, it was perhaps, always,
a losing game, for me.
- DG (A losing game)
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Dreams were -
something sweet but just outta reach,
or a song, one line, the “one,” that “one,”
leading the memories and later bleeding.
Dreams are -
remnant of a broken mirror, spilled milk,
or words long gone, akin to the “clickety-clack,”
coming and going of a train, supposed to stop.
Dreams will ‘ever be -
only to pass you by and offerings of the slightest dust,
hints to where you should have been come ‘morrow;
and locked, the doors to places, moments, “once were.”
So gently spoke, the shore next woken upon.
- H.H. (2022)
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Distances So Wide.
I died the day you went away,
I broke up all inside,
I felt my world just slip away,
Like the ebbing of the tide.
I prayed that you'd come back someday,
But the distance was too wide,
My life, my love, had gone away,
And I hung my head and cried.
I begged and pleaded with you to stay,
To be my blushing bride,
But you just smiled and turned away,
And my pleading you denied.
And now there's nothing left to say,
I'm all broken up inside,
My life, my love, has flown away,
And the distance is so wide.
@Ambrose Harte
@Scattered Thoughts
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The generosity of mud puddles
They cover pebbles, erase chipmunk paw prints,
absorb acorns, and give untreed leaves
a place to float before sinking.
Puddles offer splash landing-pads
to any child in flight;
display their dreams
through windows into the world above:
limbs and last leaves of sumac and hickory,
a passing black-capped chickadee,
and – down in the far blue –
an enticing ghost or blouse of cloud.
Mud puddles are courageous, too,
when returning the unblinking, burning
gaze of the sky’s white eye.
© Scott Thompson
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With every, breathless kiss I adored your welcoming body. Caressing your hidden valleys with a lust that spawned creation upon a world of forgotten memories to awaken. Between your lust and my devotion, our souls became an instant of reborn innocence and infinite possibilities. We drank of each other's splendor, drowning in endless seas of love and adoration while stars collided and were no more. Whisper songs into my ears as I cause your body to sing with sin.
Paradise with you is an endless reminder that Hell grows further away, with every glance your way.
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when i grow up
i want to be
an astronaut,
an author,
a magician
as a child, it was
easy to dream
of anything
a doctor,
a scientist,
a teacher
the world is vast
and full
of possibilities
now a grown woman,
my heart just wants
to be happy
but disappointingly,
happiness is elusive and
life is a sadist
that takes pleasure
in my agony
so in a world where
we can be anything
i became a masochist
-katie
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