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make me *feel*
make me cry; make me laugh; make me smile; make me *feel* the things you want me to when you write your words. write a poem or a piece of prose, but, most of all, have fun with it:)
Ended January 30, 2021 • 23 Entries • Created by LittleBugs
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chainedinshadow
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current mood

I.

In the stillness of the night

where whispers become promises

and the shades of you

burn like evening primrose and paper cranes

breathing in silvery moonlight

and exhaling shadows

we paint the world in tired blues

and shatter it like glass

mirrors and walls and blank canvases

empty pages and stolen heartbeats

all melting into the book

of you

II

We sleep in the sea

and drown in the sky

drink from the sun

and live off the stars

Will apollo cry for us

as he did for Icarus

or will the sea claim us in silence?

And in the light

of the early morning

a thousand tiny paper boats

fall from the edge of the earth

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arctic
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The Real Treasure That I Found

My umber shoes clicked against the pavement,

As I stepped out from the darkened alley,

And turned onto the undeviating, cement pathway.

I could hear my golden watch playing its rhythmic song.

Tick Tick Tick Tick

Tick Tick Tick Tick

The dull, gray fog slithered into the town,

And made it hard to see,

But somehow my eyes spotted something small and delicate

Lined against the moldered sidewalk.

Suddenly, I stopped,

And glanced down at the emerald colored piece of paper.

It was resting on the ground: quivering in the wind.

My heart skipped a beat.

Faster now,

I could hear it playing that rhythmic song

Bom-Bom, Bom-Bom

Bom-Bom, Bom-Bom

A smile stretched across my face.

What luck have I found on this lonely walk!

Where fortune seems to have fallen on me from heaven.

I bent down carefully, and picked the bank note from the ground.

Gently, I cradled it in my hand, like a precious stone.

A twinkle lit my eye, as I saw the number

Resting on the soft, wrinkled corners of the paper.

Five dollars isn’t bad at all!

I clutched it tightly to myself,

But then, slowly, I softened my grip.

My greedy mind wandered slowly to a different story than my own.

I could see men and women sitting there,

Packed together in swarms, covering the sidewalk.

Each one with his head tilted back,

Resting on the cold, wet wall behind him.

They had nothing—nothing but each other.

The haunting specter branded itself inside my mind.

It was the epiphany of destitution,

And there was nothing I could do—

Or was there?

Is there something I can do?

Slowly, I bent down,

And set the paper back onto the sidewalk

For someone who needed it more than me.

Burning in my soul

Was the hope that someone who needed it,

Would find the gift I had given them,

That was never even mine.

That day I found out

That generosity is one of the greatest treasures!

And so I walked away, more lively than before.

My strides were quicker, which reflected my joy.

I felt my deeds were even riper than those juicy bundles of grapes.

The ones I used to buy, five dollars for a bag.

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make me cry; make me laugh; make me smile; make me *feel* the things you want me to when you write your words. write a poem or a piece of prose, but, most of all, have fun with it:)
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4 am feelings
Chapter 2 of 13
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Clarity

inquisition

praises linger on the tip of my tongue,

cut short by the blood-curdling scream.

shivers race over my skin,

spidery legs digging into my flesh,

stabbing into the bones.

the hands of the clock remain still,

frozen in that hell-sent second.

prayers roll off my tongue,

dropping to the ground as stones,

ricocheting off the cold floor.

rain falls from the heavens

as if the angels are crying with me

but only i know that they’re crying out of pity,

not grief of what has happened.

gold coins sound as they fall into people’s purses

like rotten apples tumbling to the ground.

the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

it rings in my ears, deafening as i struggle to stand.

the heart quakes beneath me,

shaking with its own rage.

the sky shudders as it unleashes its anger,

raining down fire upon the heathen.

screams, like ice, stab through to my core

as i waver, my hands numb to the frozen reality around me.

i will make the world burn

and watch as it slowly melts,

lava dripping through my fingertips.

just to get to you

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RubyRose1984
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Freak

Another day in hell

There ringing the bells

Calling out for blood

Now we’re on the run

The demons are chasing

Chasing us down

There’s no way out

That silver blade

The crimson blood

It leaves their mark

The light pink scars

You lost the battle, your losing the war

But you pick up your gun, and you head out that door

And the war is raging on

With the battle in your head

The world is closing in

The blood is flowing fast now

Drowning all your sins

Suffocating in the lies

You're going to give in

Pills are on your nightstand

Letters in your hand

You said your goodbyes

The demons will win

Cause the scars never fade

They will always stay

And everyone can see

The freak inside of me....

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Tohru
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We’ll Meet Again

It’s been almost a year since I last saw her. We couldn’t even end on a good note. But now, now I’m finally back. I couldn’t talk to her either, so we have so much to catch up on. I hope she forgives me.

“Her house was, uh, to the right? No, left? I’ll go right,” I said to myself. It was hard to contain my excitement. The place looked a lot more different this time. All the lights were off, and the sidewalk had a lot of trash on it. Nevertheless, I know for sure she won’t leave this place.

I hurried to where I heard she was. The place looked well kept, but something about it gave off a creepy vibe. It took me a while to find her, but when I did, my happiness shot through the roof.

“Hah, I found you. Certainly took me a while. Been a while, huh? I hope you’ll forgive me for last time. Anyway, I know you won’t talk to me, so I’ll tell you what I’ve been doing: My job kept me pretty busy, that’s why I couldn’t visit you. I got a new apartment. And that’s about my entire year. I’ll come back soon,” I said, this time with tears. “When I do, I promise we’ll able to talk. I promise.” I walked out of the cemetery with one goal in mind. Seeing her again.

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make me *feel*
make me cry; make me laugh; make me smile; make me *feel* the things you want me to when you write your words. write a poem or a piece of prose, but, most of all, have fun with it:)
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thisisit
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The Warm Feeling We’ve Been Dreaming Of

My confusion rises red hot. I have nightmares of being shot; I'm not in pain and instead feel a slow warmth spreading through my brain. This is similar to the feeling I get after yoga and after I've run five miles. I think of the man who yelled after me in jest, what are you running from? Perhaps recent events. I'm a slow burn yet I feel my emotions all at once, like gunpowder meeting flames.

I had a dream my mother and grandmother arranged my wedding cake, cutting the slices into thin portions. I wake up aching for love and appreciation from them or any man. There is a desire to close the distance between me and the man sleeping next to me. He said to me once: if you don't have children, you'll be the first woman in your direct line of ancestry who has not had a child. My HappyLight for depression burns bright but doesn't give the answers I'm looking for. Perhaps I'll return it.

I read poetry books in bed. The poet says, I've gotten a million "likes", but love is what matters.* Something about gratitude. I am obsessed with the wisdom that comes from exploring the wasteland of my brain chemistry.

Appreciation is what hits the pavement when I walk the icy streets I call home. I devour the feeling of belonging somewhere physical. There is no solace, for me, in ruminating about what could be, no matter how tempting and automatic it is. I want to be home and devoured by a nostalgia I can cure.

When I was shot in the head in my dream, I was in a car. It was like an accident but with someone pointing a gun. I looked up and into the gunman's face and eased my way into what would be my destiny. The warmth in my brain was both mental, physical, and spiritual.

Perhaps we need to find our way home in a mental space devoid of pain. Or, perhaps that pain makes 'home' all the more poignant. I need to find my way back. There are maps to do this and my airplane seat is always a window so I can see the sky.

So I can see what I've been dreaming of.

*Paraphrasing the poet Atticus, in his book, "The Truth About Magic."

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Nightingale247
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Blue, Wild Orchids

blue, wild orchids, I gaze at you

cool, crystal water, too

running down, and dripping slow

twinkling in a sunset’s glow

flow into my heart of hearts

’fore the dark can set apart

gazer from his orchids free

make those eyes a part of me.

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make me *feel*
make me cry; make me laugh; make me smile; make me *feel* the things you want me to when you write your words. write a poem or a piece of prose, but, most of all, have fun with it:)
KC95
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Love is all that matters

Erica climbed into bed beside her husband and threaded her hands into his soft hair: "hey". She greeted with a smile. "You're back late". He replied without turning to face her. She sighed, looking down guiltily: "Yeah, i know, I'm sorry, Steph kept me back longer than expected, she wanted to chat".Steve finally turned to her, a look of concern on his face: "You didn't tell her about me did you"? "No course not, I know you're not ready". Erica reasured: "Although, we have been married a week, don't you think it'd be nice to tell people"? "Show off my beautiful ring"? She smiles, looking down fondly at her gold plated wedding ring. Steve sighed, pulling her closer: "I know, I want that too, I just- my dad he"- "I know, I know". She interrupted before placing a gentle kiss to his lips: "I'm not trying to rush you, I just hate that he's still controlling you after all these years, what you do, how you think". She sighed: "It isn't right, I hate that he's making you hide something so important". Steve took Erica's hand, kissing the back of it: "I'm sure it'll pass, just give me a bit more time and then".... he breaks off, taking a steadying breath: "then we'll shout it from the rooftops ok"? Erica shook her head: "No, no I don't wanna push you, if you're not ready now you probably never will be". "No but you're right". Steve realised: "Why should my dad always get to dictate how I live my life"? "Maybe, maybe I could go back to therop, or maybe we could just tell your family, just to start off with, maybe we can work our way up to mine". Erica smiled: "You'd really put yourself out there like that for me wouldn't you"? "Of course I would Eri". He replied "I love you". Erica gave Steve another soft smile: "I love you too". She whispered, her eyes welling up a little, he smiled back at her before pulling her in for a long, tender kiss.

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make me cry; make me laugh; make me smile; make me *feel* the things you want me to when you write your words. write a poem or a piece of prose, but, most of all, have fun with it:)
Tyler
Chapter 2 of 14
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How to love your feelings (Part 2-Jan 2021)

His fingertips, like icicles on my skin,

tracing my face with the delicacy of simple emotion.

Like glass he’s afraid to shatter, he hesistates on my cheek,

padding my freckles with his calluses.

He draws lines across my bumps and bruises with a tender cautiousness,

his eyes following my blush, brushing my lips with his nervous gaze

before dodging my stare.

His scan meets mine with wonderment,

like it’s the first time he’s ever really seen me.

His endearing eyes follow a single finger as he lightly runs it over a tangled curl,

fixating on its springing motion.

My fascination falls to his mouth with the same curious thoughts.

‘Will he do it?’ I think, willing my fortune on him.

I’m impatient.

He leans towards me with stilled breath and I freeze.

He touches another one of my loose curls, making it leap into my line of vision.

I let out a sigh of anxiety. We’re so close, I can feel the electric shocks.

If only he would...

shut me up.

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Iroha
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Kind Person

To that dirtied child, who was born into misfortune,

You said that they were “pretty”

In my eyes, watching from nearby,

they looked very unsightly, filled with pity

Taking innocent recreation in the suffocating greenhouse,

The one being taken advantage of is a frail child

With too much happiness to handle, my morals can be selective;

I quietly concealed my pity, and smiled

Stroking their head, and just telling them they’re a “good kid”

Like how you’d towards that child with that gaze

To be like you, so kind and compassionate

How nice it’d be if I’d lived that way and receive praise

The sight of others being unloved, at laughed at,

I felt relief on the other side of the window, staring

The one getting singled out, and left behind;

I’m glad that it wasn’t me; I’m not caring

Beating them strongly, and scolding them that they’re a “bad kid”

I’m different from that child so heal me

To be like you, so kind, how nice it’d be if I lived that way

How nice that must be, acting so free

I want to be kind, I just want to be pretty, like you

Just like you, I want to be kind

To be glorious, just like you

Not the one that is left behind

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