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Jack Groundhog Oct 2024
In an old Scottish town I walk in well-worn streets
framed by tall houses of stone.
I study their faces that lean in to meet
me: In their presence I don’t feel alone.

The old houses have faces with many glass eyes.
What have those windows all seen?
They stand watch over us like dispassionate spies
with a vision that’s eerily keen.

What strange things that these walls could all tell
if their silent stones began to shout.
But they say nothing at all of the people who dwelt
all around them, within and without.

I came to trust these rock-ribbed friends
who give shelter and keep silent watch.
Reliably they forever our secrets defend
and are just there for us, a loyal lodge.
Inspired by seeing a jumble of tall stone buildings with many windows in the light of the setting sun in Edinburgh Old Town. An allegory of friendship idealized.
Anna Wakefield Oct 2024
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust,
The end of all we knew.
The death of all the love and trust,
To be reborn anew.

Spring, rebirth, a phoenix,
All symbols we have seen.
One step forward, not a trick
Fleeing from where I’ve been.

Who was I? It matters not,
What matters is where I go.
Sure-footed now, giving all I have got
Can’t let the relief show.

The past is behind, and I don’t dare look back -
Or else I may lose the way
One day at a time, my plan of attack,
I am stronger, or so they say.

What will I face? I’m excited to see
Despite all I’ve left behind.
The worst has now gone, I guarantee
No more will I be blind.

You’re by my side, that’s the difference this time
The reason I’m so sure -
We've both had to hide, now there's you in your prime,
Two halves of something pure.
I wrote this when I was coming out of a terrible time in my life and met my partner.. My life is hard, and things didn't turn in to some fairy tale, but things are a little easier.
ZACK GRAM Oct 2024
We sleep 3 days
And all meet every 2 weeks
45 min's 2200 backpack
Anywhere USA
F35B hover Raptor 2
I own 50 of them
I'll let you fly 1
They fit 2
Any helicopter pad
We on it
2 times the Speed of Sound
1600 MPH
King
Jia En Sep 2024
I usually hate the violence
Of the senses presented to me–
When the noise and crowd
Is all I can hear and see,
Far too loud
Compared to the silence
You bring
To my mind. Everything
Else just fades in comparison whenever
You and I are together.
There is never
Awkward quiet; that I love.
No spirit from above
Should have given me you–
The one that’s brought me through
Thick and thin
No matter which pit I’ve fallen in.
I can forget about my troubles
When we’re together
In our bubble.
thanks nicole i love you you'll always be in my heart
CS Modei Sep 2024
HELLO FRIEND!

I KNOW WE JUST MET
BUT
FOR [27.99] YOU CAN
BUY MY
FRESHLY GROWN
[SECRET TO HAPPINESS!1!]

what?
y-you don’t want my
[27.99 SECRET TO  HAPPINESS]?

BUT FRIEND! YOU'VE ONLY
JUST BEGUN TO
SCRATCH THE SURFACE
OF WHAT I CAN OFFER YOU

why do you close me
[FRIEND]?
I thought I told you that I could
make you [HAPPINESS FOR CHEAP]?
Why do you turn up your nose?

AH, I SEE NOW!
YOU ARE AFRAID THAT I MIGHT BE SELLING
{spiked} FAKE HAPPINESS!
DO NOT WORRY [FRIEND]
I WOULD {always} NEVER DECEIVE YOU
FOR A QUICK BUCK

HAHA
Ahahaha-

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{Goodnight and stay safe, Friend}
This idea was inspired by 'Spamton G. Spamton" from the hit game 'Deltarune'
Kewayne Wadley Sep 2024
Your voice forms the bricks
Of a well built home.
It holds in warmth on a hot day
And stores heat on the cold days.
Your voice is a shelter
One that thunderstorms should fear.
Regardless of strength.
Once it dissolves.
Embers of warmth
Still reside within the bricks.
When you speak,
I find that I am home.
A place I am whole.
A place I am safe.
I always know where you are.
Even with both eyes closed.
Between the mortar of bricks
I find your breath
And lay my head beside yours.
The walls a rich tapestry
Framed in communication,
Filled with your breath and pulse.
I live in your marrow.
My every forgotten dream
Rested and remembered.
Your voice forms the bricks
Of this well built home.
Reminding me
That love. Is not just a word
Life is like a grab bag full of mystery...
The hand goes in and feels around
The tingling on the fingertips says pick
The mind says, stir it around some
The fingers grasp an item and feel it
What is it?  Is it nice? Is it pretty?
Is it in one piece or is it broken?
Is it what I've been looking for?
Will it disappoint me instead?
My heart beats fast with anticipation
Also with a stream of fear, should I?
Do I take it out to look or drop it back in?
I choose to drop the item back in
Should I stir it up again and choose?
Oh my Lord, what do I do?
What if it will break my heart?
I take out my hand and sit back
I stare at that mystery bag and think
What if I choose not to take anything?
Will I be safe and sound then?
Nothing to cause my fear or dread?
No broken heart
Who wants a mystery in life anyway?
I do...
Life is always seeking what's around the next corner, who will I meet, where will I be, will I be happy. Keep life a mystery to keep it interesting and exciting.
silvervi Sep 2024
My body is safe. It is safe to relax.
Long exhales. You are safe here. Look around you. Realize that your body is safe. Continue breathing <3
Steve Page Sep 2024
Decision to leave
Permission to enter
Right to remain
Hope for peace
I see the courage that folk need, the risks they need to take for the sake of their family.
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