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[scribblesonbrokenglass]

Wedding

a wasp waist seemed to wrap around

the whole conversation,

and all of the dancers —

they looked cast iron in comparison

to the wild, rabid arms

and heavy boots on the sprung floor

and the sniper rifle grins

surrounded by dusty sheets

and an antique set of ivories

since, when music grows louder,

the circus moves faster still

and the questions fly

[halfheartmoon]

One star's glowing by the moon,

Grey dots can't be seen from the ground,

Every brush and glitters, how many do we touch?

Many stay untouched,

Grey letters on white stars, they look like warm hugs,

This dark night, it's like those one of many,

Ways we think we should go, and we should,

But let's take some time, taking a break beside this roadside,

And one litter star is so little,

Like a grey stone in a black soil,

Your today, and tomorrow,

Like one star that's growing everyday,

One grey dot, it grows, and then glitters,

And you did so well today;

A grey dot, what does it do?

Maybe thoughts like this and many,

Going through that space between heart and soul,

But it's okay, let's take time,

Let's watch these stars that's glowing today,

'Cause life goes on,

It takes time, and the tomorrow you want,

It will be on your doorsteps,

After some sleep and sound nights,

One grey dot, it grows it only does, and then glitters,

And you did so well again today,

You're glowing everyday.

[thesharedpen-09]

I've seen the stars fall for you,

Moons curling up into halves,

How do you expect me, to tell you

That I love you,

When every shred of universe,

Is trying to do the same??

[thepaperbackexpress]

A message from the galaxy, for everyone sleep deprived. 

[thevalentinepoet]

Smooth as Silk

With each swipe of the razor, I cast away who I was, Who I have been, And glide onwards to who I strive to become: A neater, clean shaved version of myself, One who expects the most, From this stubbly world, Filled with foamy clouds, And endless blades of the greenest grass. Seemingly more like myself, A waxing removal, Of the shroud that coats me. This comfort I feel, At having such a “masculine” mark, Define my being, As a testosterone ravaged savage. This simple act, a small task, Of hair removal, Is my rebellion to that.

[therebepoems]

I sometimes smell a fragrance, a perfume,

a hint of something good I once knew,

laced with memories, pictures of you.

I smelled the fruit turn sour, 

and tasted vomit wherever I walked,

I even thought of feces to make the gagging stop.

The smell has gone, but it’s still stuck in my nose,

whenever I think of you, I think of smelly wet clothes.

[kiramalibu]

life is unpredictable. and it moves without you. it doesn’t care if you have your own agenda, because you have to fit in theirs. life is kind. but don’t always expect it to be.

kira malibu

[halfheartmoon]

There's this sadness in loving,

'Cause loving can hurt,

'Cause all these love sometimes, they become a little heavy,

With those tears we hold inside,

And we're just some fragile people in a lonely night,

All this making it harder than it was to breathe yesterday;

There's this sadness about all days,

Now that we're young,

It hurts a little more,

But we're some strong people,

So we look away from scars and it hurts more,

We don't care, but it's not enough,

Then the seasons change, and it gets colder,

There's this sadness in winter,

Those celebrations, all and everywhere,

People dancing, singing together, this road a little less lonely,

We don't hate it, maybe that's the thin line keeping us sane,

Telling us we're still alive,

And the more we love each other,

The more we help each other,

To sing and dance,

The more it tells us, but we don't listen,

All these things I say to you,

Smile and I'll too,

I failed to do so.