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Planted Memories

by Ryan NKP

There are memories I planted
deep enough to forget,
but they sprout anyway,
breaking through the soil of silence.
Some grow thorns,
some bloom softly,
some rise like weeds
I wish I never watered.
But all of them...

Cake

by Bencity

I love cake and some chat
Watching the sun set like art
Singing love songs off key
Spending time with little money
Planning so much with friends –
To see the world from all ends;
These little things you see
Are all you...

The light

by Zoya Snawer

A ball of burning fiery fire,
It dims gradually from its glory.
A canvas partly black, partially white, life is reduced to this...
Can it even be called life?

A moment of rekindling of the flame,
It made me crave for...

Internal Storm

by Lihanda

When the silence gets too loud
Old wounds start to bleed
Your demons are exposed
And start to feed
Chest tightens. Breaths get faster.
Heart races.
I can't breathe.
"You're worthless."
The voices...

Possession

by Bencity

“The problem is",
She once told me,
“There is no passion without possession,
We can’t love people,
The way we love the stars!”

If

by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or...

Poet

by Bencity

He spits on the face of the gods;
And still they sing his songs
Our stories; tears and hurt,
Are fodder for his craft.
What we whisper in shame,
He sings his way to fame.
Many men are born,
But forgotten once...

Jealous

by Bencity

Am I jealous?
I look at you breathe;
And the way you need air
And baby, I can’t help but feel
The mild sting of jealousy

Walk With Me

by Bellie

Walk with me
as slow
as you can
for I want it
to last
as long
as it can.

Ask

by Bencity

When you want someone,
Don’t be afraid to ask –
What do they want?
Or better yet –
Who do they want.

A day

by Emily Dickinson

I’ll tell you how the sun rose, —
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.

The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
“That must have...