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Pax Mar 2020
If i kiss you here.
Will that brings us together?
Will our love be an ever after?

If i touch you there
will that bridge build faster,
for us to be together?

if this illustionary love be real
I'd be a thief, a forbidden deal
Holding a broken seal
Of the unspoken truth
Of everyone i'll hurt.

I don't want that, I'd rather be alone
And hold a heart of stone.
Be at peace to the dream out of reach.
At least i know how to love.
A fictitious write, me dreaming, kissing something forbidden. Many thanks to those who read.
Bhill Feb 2020
astonished by the relentless pounding of my mind
the threshold has been reached, breached, and unleashed
unleashed to the smugness and complacency within themselves
can you hear the outrageous containment
can they exist in harmony
what to do, oh what to do

Brian Hill - 2020 # 40
What's in your mind?
Colm Jan 2020
There is but one heart
Between these two lighthouses
When the seas connects
And with both lightning and bliss
They reach each other feeling
Lights from distant shores do reach
CasiDia Dec 2019
The gardener from thee-
a meager seed and humble need
a leaf within his reach
The spell enclosed,
apricot and peach.
Pineapple in bloom
No rose
No jessamine
Symbols of all interposed
With a flower so sweet,
like a blue eye
the gardener sighs.

"this Plant, is not mine."
Poetic T Dec 2019
Though we build a tower
       we can still not
       touch the
                          stars..
Madison Greene Nov 2019
to be the person of your dreams
to be less a body and more an idea
to be an unlit cigarette kissing your lips
the lavender in your coffee and the aftertaste in your mouth
your Malibu sunsets in a 70’s Mercedes
what if love is trying to break apart the barrier between what you see and what you feel
what if you close your eyes and you find yourself reaching out for me
I dream of what you’d see in me if you couldn’t see me at all
Poetic T Oct 2019
High expectations

    were never dislocated,

I'd just climb over your negativity.
Sometimes,
I see the image of you in your white night gown,
Back at rigid attention as you binge watched
The same TV show for the second time that week,
So little life in you despite your posture.
I'm reminded of that terrible nagging feeling
That I really should turn around and walk back in,
Say something new and better,
Hug you tighter,
But I am late to the airport,
So I don't.
A month and a half later,
You were gone.
How I really wish
I'd missed my plane that day.
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