there’s something
in the way you laugh
without checking who’s listening—
like the world answers to you
and doesn’t even know it yet.
you move through space
with no intention of being watched,
and still,
I can't look away.
I study you
......
I saw a dream
Standing with you,
Near the rivers and streams
Having an ice-cream
Kissing you without any a'we
Looking at thee
Just you and me.
You know it’s bad
When you start imagining
Dreaming about dying
Thinking up scenarios
Of you not being on this planet anymore
Dropping off the edge of the earth
And how good it would feel
And what you’re feeling right now
Your heart sinking
Your screams dissolving into thin air
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People like you die young, she said
You don't drink, don't
do drugs, eat healthy, rarely
go out, rarely meet new girls
But you keep on writing, boy, you
keep on writing
and that's enough to outweigh
all the above
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Silence used to be my prison,
a place and a moment from long ago
that made me feel the most anxious,
Most unsafe and broken.
And back then, it was as if light vanished.
Time flew, things changed.
Silence is now my escape.
My haven, my comfort.
......
there’s something
in the way you laugh
without checking who’s listening—
like the world answers to you
and doesn’t even know it yet.
you move through space
with no intention of being watched,
and still,
I can't look away.
I study you
......
Let your book talk
your pages should talk.
A rose that never bleeds
broken windows can not feed.
Take stock the winters fed
new seasons lie ahead.
Past thorns irritating pawns
lest worry roses and corns.
A life to cart
memories to part
......
YOU EXIST
I broke my repentance in my heart like a glass
If I had known, I would never have asked, I would have asked your name.
when i saw that face i became an idol
You are not tuned in songs, you are on the lips.
You offer me the sun in glasses like the moon,
please don't hide, turn your face to me
be mem in my glass, let me drink it to the blood,
You are on the earth, in the sky, on the moon, you are in the mountains.
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These are poems about relationships, with lovers, family members, and a God (real or fictitious?)
You!
by Michael R. Burch
For thirty years You have not spoken to me;
I heard the dull hollow echo of silence
as though strange communion between us.
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Her
Her in the waiting room that stands out for all the wrong reasons, but don’t worry she’s too tall to be. Her on the train with the big blue eyes that don’t sparkle like.
Her in the bar wearing the same perfume as. Her in a photo with a big colourful scarf that I know ’d love.
Her over there with the blonde hair that makes me double take just to make sure it’s not. Her at the concert dancing and singing like there’s no orrow. Her exploring and taking pictures just like used to do. Her in the cafe booking her next adventure away which is something she loves more than anything, just like.
My life revolves around her, cant you see? Everything.
I hate that I notice her all the time.
She will always be her, but never be, you.
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