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Inebriated
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Inebriated
Sunshine's elixir caresses our souls with a passionate warmth that grows and grows until the heat becomes too much to control Our inhibitions evaporate under the heat of this drunken torture offering our desires a freedom as delicate as the beads of sweat that struggle to contain our burning intimacy Drenched in the silence of its fire as the now's mood feeds the flames with moments meant to last as long as the day's breath Inebriated yet we drink more and more of the scorching easiness of the sun's light hoping that each minute is the forever beautiful that quenches our thirst |
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Topic:
Existence
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Existence
Time races at the speed of now when nothing makes more sense than the now where you are the moment the future and the reason for the past trials and tribulations start to make sense as the sun slowly falls into a darkness that only the light of love can keep the completeness of the day from ever coming to fruition Time races at the speed of the absence of everything that is believed to matter a stillness of the world's ado two souls drenched in every second of life as if we are all that exist |
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Topic:
Highly Sensitive
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Bumping the door knob didn’t hurt, contact made me mad, not a pain. Storms dreary my windows in spurts, confinement makes me sad, not rain. Whirring wind fires my red alert, floods amp me up, not the drain. No olive branch for throaty blurts, bile burns my gut, not my brain. Your poetry is art. You remind me of ladywind and Poppashroom. Thank you for inspiring me to write!!! |
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Topic:
Highly Sensitive
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Bumping the door knob didn’t hurt, contact made me mad, not a pain. Storms dreary my windows in spurts, confinement makes me sad, not rain. Whirring wind fires my red alert, floods amp me up, not the drain. No olive branch for throaty blurts, bile burns my gut, not my brain. Your poetry is art. You remind me of ladywind and Poppashroom. Thank you for inspiring me to write!!! |
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Topic:
Tears
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Tears
Riding the wave flowing to and fro between the safety of land to stand and an ocean of fears Unsteady as I stretch for something to hold onto as the madness of thousands upon thousands drops of pain think for my sanity Somewhere within the abyss of where I sink or swim is now a time reserved for something greater than falling drops of insignificant real or imagined memories Tired of crying because no one understands my why yet the river never ends it must be something within me |
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Topic:
Just So You Know
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Just So You Know
Every single moment within the before and after sunrise is the only time I ever think about you |
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Topic:
Take Your Time
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Take Your Time
Can't run from the wind cold as it blows days will take you to the tomorrow that only fate knows From the beginning to the end the time between the two is the mirror's reflection of your closet friend You don't have to be lonely alone sunshine and rain travel with you while searching for home And as the wind pushes you along with haste time will linger like hope when you choose your own pace So make today a good day think about the past and where you are and let tomorrow be tomorrow close enough to be far |
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Topic:
I Am the Other
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I Am the Other
I'm trying to breathe in this darkness where everything hurts and I can't care enough anymore because with you I'll always be alone I'm trying to breathe under the heaviness of the mask I wear so that our love feels as real as the happiness of your other life Time cries to the sound of silence as it dances with me as if I'm all that it has and it is all that I have as I wait . . . alone I'm trying to breathe while holding the weight of our secret close to every beat of my life while you're home with your love and I'm home alone with thoughts of my love |
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Topic:
Music
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Music
The open window invited the sound of rain to dance with the candlelight's shimmer soothingly filling the night's quiet with a different kind of noise Beautiful notes relentlessly torturing my pain with a meditative art that sways to a rhythm that reaches deep into my soul as it were searching for the beginning of letting go Soon the rain eases as the open window invites a gentle breeze to quiet the candle's light and darkness becomes the most amazing color of dreams I am at peace with having known yesterday because the music has left an indelible now that offers my tomorrow a different kind of noise |
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Topic:
Missed Chance
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Purpose creates strength and strength, gives us purpose. We can never grasp ahold of hope but we can offer it to someone who needs it. Keep writing and keep giving!!
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Topic:
I Was Never ...
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I Was Never . . .
I was never enough for you for us for now I thought nothing could hurt as much as your words ripping my soul from every dream of you and I and forever I was never enough for you for us for tomorrow But the worst part is that I have so many tomorrows alone to see myself as you saw me I was never enough for you for us though yesterday you made me believe possibly that Forever lingered between our words and what you led me to foolishly hope for that I was enough for you for us |
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Topic:
Can.. I. ask..??😉😝🤪
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The beauty of work leaves me awed. I try to write, yet my words leave room for improvement. Your work, your poems, are epitome of what I want to write.
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Topic:
A Perfect Day
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A Perfect Day
It's crazy how midnight sounds when the air is as warm as the city's heartbeat to and fro noises travel through the air as if night was simply another part of a perfect day It's crazy how in the midst of the everyone everywhere a quiet moment speaks volumes one on one conversations while everything moves at the speed of a different kind of freedom There's nothing like the rhythm the feeling of place and time sleep has forgotten because there's always something to do some place to be when life presents to you a perfect day |
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Topic:
The Forever Now
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The Forever Now
Our hearts beat like the rise and fall of the long day's sun as love interrupts everything unnecessary by creating moments that are necessary At times there may be this cautionary tale of what if lingering in the background like the dark was tempting the forever now with clouds of trials and tribulations Yet without a word spoken time faith and friendship quietly invites the rain knowing that the flower's thirst must be quenched if beauty is to grow |
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Topic:
Beautiful Naivete
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Beautiful Naivete
Before death was inevitable when the world smelled like roses I dreamed Before mountains existed when every possibility seemed like an opportunity I dreamed I dreamed of tomorrow and the faraway places that seemed so close that I knew one day eventually nowhere could escape my curiosity |
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Topic:
If You Knew My Thoughts
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If You Knew My Thoughts
Midnight can't sleep not sure if I want to with you next to me Watching you breath after breath as my imagination burns like passion What if I touch you interrupt your dreams to ask if you were dreaming of me because I'm wide awake dreaming of you |
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Topic:
And Now
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And Now
And now feels as if we're beautifully complicated you are the kind stranger and I am someone who needs a friendly moment someone who needs you to hear me to talk to me to appreciate where we are And now feels wrong trying to feel right as if we are alone while being breath to breath hand in hand body to body soul to soul Emptiness wrapped in forever speechless love without friendship without what matters in life hoping that another stranger won't complicate our chance to appreciate where we’ve been |
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Sun setting quickly Birds flying high in the sky Night is almost here W.A.M. 11/16/23 Simple. Beautiful. Love this one! |
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Topic:
Befriended You
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Befriended You
Nothing last forever tick tock time is of the essence Tomorrow was never promised If you can stretch the many tomorrows into minutes called moments you can embrace You can live forever if you only live Because love doesn’t mean everything but rather the feeling that you have everything Don’t wait until time mourns you live now as if time has befriended you *Poppashroom and ladywind this poem is for you. I know you'll never read this but know I miss you you |
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Nothing Will Ever Be the Same
Started with the black light of midnight everything felt surreal exploring the depths darkness searching for what we wanted to feel Our intent was a quick moment nothing everlasting just something satisfying and then back to life with something missing But now felt as if the clock whispered a promise that its hands would slowly move to give us time to slowly and rhythmically let desire explore how beautiful our bodies could move Unaware of time until the gentle burn of the morning sun awakened the reality of what passion has done and now nothing will ever be the same |
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