Platonic
Psilocybin Strictly Platonic
At a mates thirtieth
stoned but what's new
socially lubricated, now this is new
Would you like some mushrooms
well being a sociable occasion and all
Tenderly caring for dying fire
like it was my own child
Fucking fire armatures anyway
Hey mate what do you do?
Well mate, as it so happens here read this
Have you got a beat for it
like how about this
It was here that he lost me
filed under the strange conversation files
Nah mate I had pictured it to a slow sax
because who does not like a bit of slow sax?
We know what your game is hanging with those lesbians
Well actually that is where you are wrong
for it is strictly platonic
Two creative souls, shooting the breeze
stoned but what's new
socially lubricated, now this is new
Would you like some mushrooms
well being a sociable occasion and all
Tenderly caring for dying fire
like it was my own child
Fucking fire armatures anyway
Hey mate what do you do?
Well mate, as it so happens here read this
Have you got a beat for it
like how about this
It was here that he lost me
filed under the strange conversation files
Nah mate I had pictured it to a slow sax
because who does not like a bit of slow sax?
We know what your game is hanging with those lesbians
Well actually that is where you are wrong
for it is strictly platonic
Two creative souls, shooting the breeze
Written by Carpe_Noctem
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3523
(¡)
I sat in your chair today.
Usually, I avoid it.
It still seems wrong
when anyone but you
occupies a space
only your big presence could fill.
Breathed in deep
from these inhereted lungs
and let you soak in.
(¡¡)
There is a photo,
You with Madison on your shoulders.
The epitome of grandpa
It hangs joyously
on the side of the extra fridge
in the hallway utility room
Like entering church,
it was fingers dipped of holy water
signing the cross.
Every single coming and going
passing it by
was a ritual
of whispered 'hello'
then, 'until next time.'
Until today,
3523 days later
it's gone without explanation
and so was my composure
the entire drive home.
(¡¡¡)
He would have been the peacekeeper
The one saying
that our alikeness isn't a detriment
and why "I should be the bigger person"
as her way
will always be unchanged
in it's abrasiveness.
Him, asking—needing me
to be properly patient
uncomplicated
and more importantly
like myself
Because he always knew
alike doesn't mean
identical.
Written by Bluevelvete
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Love in the time of the Internet
''I love you so much''
He said to the Beauty on the screen.
The FB picture of a woman
He fell for after a small research
And a few clicks.
She had 1K friends
But she also declared her love for him.
Kindred souls they were.
Truly.
But their love would remain
On the screen
Separated as they were
By an ocean
A different culture
And severely different values.
He said to the Beauty on the screen.
The FB picture of a woman
He fell for after a small research
And a few clicks.
She had 1K friends
But she also declared her love for him.
Kindred souls they were.
Truly.
But their love would remain
On the screen
Separated as they were
By an ocean
A different culture
And severely different values.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Jewish Mother
That’s what He called it:
my inner Jewish mother
quite simply
because
I worry
about everyone
not in a bad way, but
I wonder if they’re ok,
if they got home safely
had enough to eat
drunk enough water,
taken their pills.
Today
I think of you out there
how proud I am
of you facing
a wild unknown,
how bold, how glorious
the day is for us both
and I think on how
I want only happiness
to find you, to wrap you
in its open arms
tell you it’s there for you
as much as I am
while I sit here doing
the Momma thing
in some loving way
some distant form.
my inner Jewish mother
quite simply
because
I worry
about everyone
not in a bad way, but
I wonder if they’re ok,
if they got home safely
had enough to eat
drunk enough water,
taken their pills.
Today
I think of you out there
how proud I am
of you facing
a wild unknown,
how bold, how glorious
the day is for us both
and I think on how
I want only happiness
to find you, to wrap you
in its open arms
tell you it’s there for you
as much as I am
while I sit here doing
the Momma thing
in some loving way
some distant form.
Written by Northern_Soul
(-Missy-)
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Osmosis
This mantle does not fit me well,
for it is fashioned from your pain, not mine.
Sitting atop my shoulders uncomfortably,
it makes its presence known in quiet moments.
My heart aches, uselessly—
longing to fix that which I do not fully comprehend.
There is no need to explain:
the silences between your words
have settled upon me,
surrounded me and occupied my waking hours.
If only my compassion would reach you likewise;
a protective cloak to surround you,
unbidden and silent.
for it is fashioned from your pain, not mine.
Sitting atop my shoulders uncomfortably,
it makes its presence known in quiet moments.
My heart aches, uselessly—
longing to fix that which I do not fully comprehend.
There is no need to explain:
the silences between your words
have settled upon me,
surrounded me and occupied my waking hours.
If only my compassion would reach you likewise;
a protective cloak to surround you,
unbidden and silent.
Written by Wafflenose
(Ellie)
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Zeitgeist
Someone stole my child while I was sleeping,
And left a fine young lady in her place.
Her appearance is familiar;
The fairness of her skin and hair,
The huge blue eyes and lightness of frame all quite expected;
The products of her genes.
She’s steeped in words and music,
And will carry these abilities through her life;
The products of her upbringing.
The surprise is in the woman she’s become.
All by herself, she’s a spirit of the age
With her finger on society’s pulse.
An artist, an aesthetician,
A social justice warrior,
A defender of human rights,
A lover of animals and
A voice for the voiceless,
The shy little girl has become
Politically bold,
Unapologetically outspoken,
A loyal friend, who will not tolerate
The mistreatment of others.
We spend nine months
Expecting a baby.
Time and experience will show us
Who that child will become,
And that is the Unexpected.
And left a fine young lady in her place.
Her appearance is familiar;
The fairness of her skin and hair,
The huge blue eyes and lightness of frame all quite expected;
The products of her genes.
She’s steeped in words and music,
And will carry these abilities through her life;
The products of her upbringing.
The surprise is in the woman she’s become.
All by herself, she’s a spirit of the age
With her finger on society’s pulse.
An artist, an aesthetician,
A social justice warrior,
A defender of human rights,
A lover of animals and
A voice for the voiceless,
The shy little girl has become
Politically bold,
Unapologetically outspoken,
A loyal friend, who will not tolerate
The mistreatment of others.
We spend nine months
Expecting a baby.
Time and experience will show us
Who that child will become,
And that is the Unexpected.
Written by Wafflenose
(Ellie)
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Wielding the words
even
though
It is hard to be handfasting
with unconditional love
Soul has warded me
eternal return
seduced by
catharsis of life
to regain our autonomy
we are a space called beauty
it is hard to hear the music
through a speck of blood
perhaps blood transforms
from body into vein
where all the intimacies
reside
musk bears your psyche
unified
magnitude
though
It is hard to be handfasting
with unconditional love
Soul has warded me
eternal return
seduced by
catharsis of life
to regain our autonomy
we are a space called beauty
it is hard to hear the music
through a speck of blood
perhaps blood transforms
from body into vein
where all the intimacies
reside
musk bears your psyche
unified
magnitude
Written by Rianne
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KristinaX
I met a girl on here
named kristinaX,
I was looking for
poetry to read,
When I stumbled
across her page
Full of erotic sex.
A few comments were shared,
Not all about sex,
She is so much more
She is complex,
I have admiration,
And respect ,
KristinaX.
She is fighting her demons,
And I'm fighting mine,
We check on each other,
from time to time
Her mind is messy,
And her heart is pure
She's batshit crazy,
And that's for sure
She's a talented writer
Who wears her
heart on her sleeve
And quirky as hell,
Like you wouldn't believe
She makes me laugh
With her quick wit,
She'll probably threaten to *kick*
Me when she reads this !
We've shared our emotions,
And even though
we're separated by ocean,
We're still sharing thoughts and
Creating poetic potions.
She is eXhilarating
eXciting
eXquisite
eXplosive
But more than
any of the above,
She is real....
KristinaX....
My platonic love.....
named kristinaX,
I was looking for
poetry to read,
When I stumbled
across her page
Full of erotic sex.
A few comments were shared,
Not all about sex,
She is so much more
She is complex,
I have admiration,
And respect ,
KristinaX.
She is fighting her demons,
And I'm fighting mine,
We check on each other,
from time to time
Her mind is messy,
And her heart is pure
She's batshit crazy,
And that's for sure
She's a talented writer
Who wears her
heart on her sleeve
And quirky as hell,
Like you wouldn't believe
She makes me laugh
With her quick wit,
She'll probably threaten to *kick*
Me when she reads this !
We've shared our emotions,
And even though
we're separated by ocean,
We're still sharing thoughts and
Creating poetic potions.
She is eXhilarating
eXciting
eXquisite
eXplosive
But more than
any of the above,
She is real....
KristinaX....
My platonic love.....
Written by S-m-sawyer
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