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Paige Nov 2021
It’s a little like a whisper
At the back of my mind
Feather light breaths
Against my cheek
As natural as anything could be
But God it shouldn’t have been

Why am I still smiling
I don’t think I can help it
With your presence at my side
Immovable and solid
Tell me why
I can’t seem to remember my anger

I can’t control it
I don’t think I ever could
Though I thought I might
It’s funny
How wrong you can be
And maybe I wasn’t at fault
But that doesn’t erase the guilt
Of a traitorous heart

So what happens then
With laid bare hopes
Pressed between pages and
Shared under street lamps and stars
How do I begin
To unravel the trouble I’ve woven

It’s a bit funny
Because I can’t quite seem
To get it right
And it isn’t your fault
Just a matter of circumstance
Because I met you
And for a moment
It seemed the universe was sighing

How comfortable I became so quickly
The surety of my gaze
How easy it was to be there
Moments born of cosmic mystery
No
Darling it wasn’t your fault at all
Just the wrong time
To choose the right kind of person

And there’s a romance
In my memory of it
A cadence to the way it went
One I can’t help but listen to
Eyes closed
Head tilted back
Bathing in the sweetness
Of those moments
So when you ask me
The answer is no
I was never angry
Because you reminded me
That I have a heart wholly capable
Of learning to love again
Brumous Oct 2021
everything has its perfect ratio,
a little bit of this, a little bit of that;

I should've maintained the status quo,
instead of putting concentrated things,
and giving a lot more.

-Br.
Sweet, bittersweet, bitter.
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I'm drinking coffee today (It's dark coffee). But, I didn't like it; I was conscious about wasting coffee so, I just threw in another instant coffee mix (a much sweeter/creamy one) and two spoonfuls of honey.

I should've settled for a more subtle coffee,
my tastebuds are confused but,
I somehow want more.
mark soltero Oct 2021
slowly chipping away my manhood
with my lips pressed against the cylinder
sweet and softly wrapped around
ready to take the blow

ridiculous in my silly little ways
my desire to die was unkind

the bottom of the bottle is bittersweet
but only if you want it to be

the salty bedrock tastes like hell
life in pain is okay
you're already dead that way

you only left small burns in my heart
I bet you never even felt that
but I never cared it seems
and I think that's only fair to me to believe that
Juno Sep 2021
I miss a specific feeling that I only got in spring 2019.
I cannot pinpoint what it was.
I have reread the same books, done the same things.
But the specific feeling has never returned.
I S A A C Aug 2021
bittersweet, Beetlejuice
silly me to wait for you
while you take flights around with your new boo
bittersweet, I wish I knew
how stupid I looked texting you
trying to get you to open up the whole time you was deeply in love
bittersweet, how you would
tell me your love life is nonexistent now I see you kissing up
with your new boo underneath the sun
like **** here we go again
falling in love with another dead end
cant pretend it doesn’t hurt, can’t pretend I didn’t try to make it work
it's just bittersweet, Beetlejuice
how silly of me to fall for you
the constant pattern I just keep going through
over loving dove, but cupid still shooting a doe
on my knees already but just cut my throat
transform the new into what is known
uncondition and recondition me as a home
then it's no longer bittersweet, Beetlejuice
bittersweet on to something new
One day I sat alone drinking a pint,
My a mhuirnin arriving this mornin'
I said I'd greet her and then spend the day
Stroll'an' watch all the ships come to harbor

Her ship was due in from Dublin today,
She'd gone home for to bury her father,
And though she loved him she weren't feelin' grey,
He'd left her mom alone at the alter,

So there I sat, her ship taking its time,
A little red lark sung above me,
And then it landed, much to my surprise,
On my shoulder just ever so gently

I didn't move I just marveled in place,
The small clever lark sung on my shoulder,
And then from tweets to words slowly I heard
My dear love's voice come out of the small bird

My dear I don't have time
To ask how you are
God gave me but only a moment
To say I love you and don't waste your time
My ship won't ever make it to harbor.

I didnt know just quite what I should say
I was feeling a mix of emotions
I had no reason to doubt this small bird
But if so then my heart surely'd be broke,

My dear I can see you
Can't quite understand
I've died and I've gone on to heaven
In time you'll see
I've done all that I can
And have found yourself a new a mhuirnin

Then back to songs that bird's beak did return,
I couldn't help but shaking and bawling,
But as it flew off It left me a plume,
And I still keep that feather right on me.

In time I found love again,
Calling my name,
And boy did he say it so sweetly,
But every morning I still hear her song
My little red lark singing above me.
a mhuirnin - My dear love

This poem was written as lyrics to the Irish traditional song "Little Red Lark" from the perspective of an American-Irish person.
violetisblue Aug 2021
The ocean inhales and exhales
Same as you and I
Ebb and flow, my darling-
Spitting gusts of breeze
From its salty, gaping mouth
Screaming the sounds of gulls,
Singing sounds of lovers.

Where do they come from,
Where do they go?
I’d fly south in your wake
To seek your brighter days,
Soak in your summer air.
I chase you until I drown.
The water in my lungs tastes sweet.
I S A A C Aug 2021
what if I have a little too much Bacardi
and I am stumbling around the party
would you take care of me or use me
would you pull my hair back as I spew out my regrets
watch me undress, caress my silhouette
don’t neglect, ******* like a cigarette
knew since we first met, you rev me up like a corvette
what's next, what's next
every since you step into my life its been just blessed
I confess it's been stressful trying to get a handle
or a grip on you and your fit is so cool
you make me want you, so smooth
you want me to want to do things I don’t usually do
give up the flower as you f*ck me in the shower
never thought I would be like this, you are my weakness
smiling during the fall of the tower
Anna Alycia Jul 2021
life is black and white,
like their thoughts,
hard to be fathomed.
either the hidden truth
or the high-sounding words
will never untangle
the knot in my heart.
perhaps life is grey,
the mixture of glee and woes,
never taste too acerbic, nor too sweet,
bittersweet is the best.
Bittersweet will always be the best.
E Jul 2021
Sometimes, when I’m around you
I wonder
How much would it take
To push my heart back into place

To reach in
And stop it from pounding
And pounding
Against my ribs
The sound so loud in my ears
The throbbing pressing against my lungs

Leaving no room
No space

For
The air
I so
Desperately

Desperately

Need.

Tell me.
How much longer
Until
You
Leave.
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