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Thanks It's just the real world hahahah or so I'm told.
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It's been a while since I've been here. Life's been busy but it's nice to see so many people still writing here and poetry being shared. I wrote a little something about how I've been feeling lately. Slightly solemn but hope you enjoy. As always I love hearing feedback. https://www.gayauthors.org/story/totallyy/rhymes/25
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Restlessness tugs Even at the hem of my dreams: Where I seek Quiet solace. But assured, I have not been Since… I wake and wander With brief respite In occupied minds: Of numbers and strings, Of logical language, That pose less resistance Than the words That seem to fail my lips. How quiet my hearth Has become And silence, heavy with Barely a whisper Of wind in the trees. And the threads of fate
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I met him First, In between episodes of a disaster, A haze of strobing lights on a night We dedicated to forgetting. But daylight broke the dark With a glaring blindness That branded me with New scars- -the second time we met, I smiled across the room, Wondering if he had Remembered the night We were strangers. But tired of wondering I texted a number With no last name attached for - -the third time, The dr
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Thank you for the review. All these questions with no answers that our lives constantly present us with. I guess writing poetry helps me find the strength to stop seeking answers I won't find.
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thank you for the review i'm glad you enjoyed my work.
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thank you for allowing my work to touch you. it still amazes me that my work could express so much, not only the content of the words but the apprehension and conflict i feel in between the lines. thank you for the review.
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thank you. i'm really glad you enjoyed it. it's nice that you read it in a positive light. the kiss came at great personal cost.
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Stranger, why did you take my hand in yours? Your voice reverberates about my bones Staying sweet slumber from my weary mind And my cheeks burn from the sting of your jaw Chafing brashly against my trembling lips. Your eyes drowned out my belaboured breathing. Did you know when you first stroked my hair that You would hold my thoughts in your calloused hands? Did you know then that your deft fingers would Pry apart my mind and leave it spilling?
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oh wow. hahahah that's an amazing story. he sounds like a man of wisdom. thank you for your review
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thank you for the review. it still amazes me that my words could touch someone else, so thank you for letting me share my writing with you in such a personal way.
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thanks for the review. yeah. it's tragic how something that was so full of life was robbed of its chance to fulfil its potential.
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The flower that blooms Ahead in cruel January Dies in January.
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Thank you so much.
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thank you so much for the review and as always, the prompt as well. i really need to get back into the habit of writing but these prompts really help inspire me, and they're such bite sized challenges that don't require me to devote a large amount of time to and yet always gives me such satisfaction. so really thank you
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That’s the thing about second loves: His smile could never be so bright As to erase the fragments of crooked grins. Blue eyes cradle your body gently Summer rain quenching a drought. But every inch of your sunlit skin Has been branded by the fires of another. And when he drapes himself over you, Your rigid bones fight this skeletal prison, Remembering the winter nights that hardened them Against the passionate fires of novelty. Even as you contort yourself to mould Into a fitting pie
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Conspicuous lights Illuminate flushed faces Joy effervescent Warm hands hide from biting air Bitter hearts hide from warm smiles
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Fresh naive faces, Elaborate dream, Off to the races, Limitless we seem. Ivory walls gleam With clean slates and all Deemed cream of the cream. It’s now the third fall. Look how he chases Splitting at the seam Into dark places With dangers they teem. Watch your self-esteem, Watch how it grows small While swimming upstream. It’s now the third fall. Loveless embraces: No one will redeem These basket cases. Stand and watch them scream As some common theme Endlessly enthra
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It was so easy to revel in the lavish “you’re beautiful”s that rolled from beautiful lips. I let them wash over me like ocean waves, dragging with them the gritty beads that the world too often leave in the cracks and crevices of my body. I floated on “I love you”s through the treacherous caves that were too dark for me to navigate. I trusted in the current that carried me safely through the dark nights I thought I would drown in my own harsh thoughts. But I hadn’t noticed how the water shrivel
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The sun was rising over the city that once held streets empty of memories but so full of promise. I sat on the bus. It was 5:30am as we drove along the sparse expressway, the morning air filtering through half open windows. Summer dawns never looked so melancholic. The airport sprawled behind our steady pace forward. I looked at the four other passengers of varying ages and I wondered whom it was that they loved enough to make this commute.
