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Zywa Jun 30
Look at her, she loves

him, a wonderful feeling --


to hold forever.
Michi embraces Pieter

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Sometimes after a long battle,
all you long for is soft.
Soft embraces, soft hands, and soft words.

-Rhia Clay
Matt Jun 23
there is a place softer than sleep,
quieter than the hush between waves,
where i forget where my body stops
and yours starts—

your lap, your hands, your breath
braiding me into the moment
like a thread pulled through silk.

fingers slow, wandering, learning,
finding stories in my hair
that neither of us wrote
but both of us know.
the kind told without words,
only the hum of a thumb across my temple,
the rise and fall of a chest that is mine
and yours
and ours.

my cheek on your leg,
the fabric warm from you,
the world outside shrinking,
turning to nothing but the sound of you breathing,
the rhythm of us matching without trying,
without thinking,
like we were made to move in the same time.

i could spend lifetimes here,
in the space between your ribs,
the dip of your knee,
the cradle of your arms,
held like something precious,
held like something known.

and maybe that’s it.

not just the warmth, not just the weight,
not just the touch,
but the knowing—
that here,
like this,
i belong.

but i can never let you see this.
never let you read the way i dream of sinking into you,
the way my body aches not just to be close,
but to be wanted close.
to be held because you want to hold me,
not just because i fit into the space beside you.

if you knew—if you saw—
would you pull away?
would the space between us grow sharp,
like silence that means something different than it used to?

so i will press delete.
i will fold this feeling up small,
tuck it between the pages of my ribs,
and pray you never notice
the way i shiver when you touch me.
Sometimes I find that there is nothing more peaceful than a lover's embrace. And yet, sometimes, it's even harder to express that feeling with said lover.
All i see
Uncovering in front of me
Tearing at the seam
Colors colliding
All around
Feel the sound
Frequency released

Turn around
Its you,
Staring into
The mirror reflecting
Hi, hello.
Finally facing she.
klarity
the ones that sees beneath

shadows, coming to rise
Inner child, always resides
within the frame,
& she hides,she silently cries
she hates the way she thinks
I feel her pain, i want to comfort her
Must keep her safe.

Yet, her patience grows thin
I can't keep playing pretend.
can only run from myself
For so long
Until there's no more distractions
to save me from my own self.
Sure,
Try to put the reflection on the shelf.
Did the old you fade away?
Or are you just lying to yourself
Rejecting & silencing the parts of you
that still need help.
---
Keep running
Keep wishing
Keep waiting
The clock
Still ticking
Keep dancing
Until your sweet ever afters
you must see your shadows,
And not run astray
Time to integrate.
A healthy array
Of truth and acceptance

Instead of judging
Seek to understand
Is what i always say,
How about i apply it to
The one who's typing this
The who cant sleep
The one who feels the emptiness
And the bliss
Yet feeling irate.
Shes a paradox wrapped in skin
She loves herself yet she hates
& she's trapped in her brain.

What causes her to act in ways.
That she will probably rregret
Tomorrows yetserday..
as we age, our inner child will always reside. Look at your triggrers, threr's a message isnide. What was left with no resolve..what are you scared of. Doesnt mean we don't change or evolve, just means that the child you, the teengage you, all parts of you that felt no resolve, who needed love.. you carry them with you. we can try false positivity, or affirmations in the mirror, but lying to yourself will do nothing. we have to look at the parts of us we rejected, they need love the most. You will awlays keep these parts of you as you grow old - its important to acknowledge their needs - and to not abandon them.  integrate, and in each shadwo we can find a posiitive trait. Hold these parts and examiene them carefully, seek to understand, and soon enough we can become whole again.
Ricardo Diaz Jun 9
Once apon a time so gentle,
Watched sunrises as the birds sang good morning

Then broken in disillusionment,
became a dangerous weapon

Nothing can be gained without loss,
Even the celestial gates demand the reapers sickle.

He who seeks peace
Must face chaos

I know not what scares me more.
To see you once more,
Or never again.

I tremble at the choice unseen
To embrace the risk of once more
Or brace for impact on never again.
Bhadra 4d
If the sky was shaped by the Almighty for a reason,
And the Earth was born with purpose too;
If the seas and rivers were carved with intention,
The Brahmaputra destined to meet the sea,
The Subansiri fated to embrace the Brahmaputra —
Then how could I ever believe
That you were made for nothing?
No — you are here for reasons,
And I need you for them too.
*Brahmaputra:The mighty river Brahmaputra;Subansiri: a river of Assam.
p1st0l Jun 2
The sea an enraged, angry soul,
But the peaceful shore will always calm it.
The vigorous waves of the sea are drawn to the shore,
And the shore will always receive and accept these tides as its own
The hateful currents often crash against the shoreline,
The shoreline in return embraces the sea and calms it
The sea is nothing but hateful, and angry without the shore,
And the shore has no purpose without the sea.
I feel like the sea and the shore have a very deep relationship. They both depend on each other in order to do what they have to. It's kind of like being in a relationship, in my opinion.
Nadzhs Jun 1
Yeah, this world is a cold place, the wind blows through my soul
Shoulders are heavy, stress makes me feel like a loaded coal
Smile is glued on, but my insides don't feel bright
Need a little something, something to hold me tighter🤗
So baby, can I give you a hug?🤔
Just a squeeze, to chase this blues
My heart feels like it's broken
See, it's not about being weak, it's not about being soft
Sometimes the strongest warriors need a place to crawl back up
Life is a battlefield, but even kings need a rest
And your hugs, baby, are the best!🥺
So baby, can I give you a hug?🤔
Just hold me tight, make me feel safe🥺
Nothing fancy, nothing new, just your hugs, it's  medicine
More than just a hug,🤗 it's a whisper of hope
A reminder that kindness, even in small doses, can do the trick
So baby, come on, hold me🤗
Please, give me a little squeeze🤗
To remind me that I'm human, and that's all I need to feel🥺❤️
Makenna May 22
In the vast tapestry of existence, behold,
Life weaves its intricate threads of stories untold.
A dance of fleeting moments, both gentle and wild,
where love and death intertwine, forever beguiled.

Life, a fragile vessel sailing uncharted seas,
Embodied in souls, teeming with hopes and dreams.
A precious heartbeat, a symphony of breath,
A canvas painted with both joy and bitter depths.

In the embrace of down's golden gleams,
Love emerges like a river, flowing in steams.
A divine force the defies all reason and law,
It binds hearts together, leaving them in awe.

Love, a brave warrior, battling time's relentless march,
Through moments of bliss and wounds that leave a lasting mark.
It whispers sweet sonnets in a lover's ear,
And enfolds the world, erasing every fear.

But amidst this dance of love, life's fragile thread,
Death lurks nearby, silent and dread.
A gentle reaper, embracing all souls,
Leading them into the unknown as it unfolds.

Death, the ultimate truth that we all must face,
An equalizer, transcending every race.
It shatters the illusions we hold dear,
Reminding us that life is both fleeting and clear.

Together, life, death, and love coexist,
A delicate balance, a persistent tryst.
They shape our journeys and sculpt our fate,
Guiding us through mysteries we can't navigate.

So let us cherish each breath that we take,
Embrace the love that our hearts ache.
For life, death and love, intertwined they be,
A poignant harmony, painting our human tapestry,
The Tapestry of Our Life.
L.L.K Forever 22
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