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first kissshe leaned forward and inhaled his light musk. Her bright green eyes stare into his brown ones, He wonders as hints of gold fly across her green if she will ever really be his. Her heart is racing so fast she swears he can hear it. His hands find their way to her waist. She closes her eyes and breaths deeply, drinking in the alien touch. The light blue walls of the room they are in set the mood of calm, the bed in the corner holds turquoise sheets that seem so soft you are almost mesmerized to wrap yourself in them. The many windows in the room show a pink sky and a setting sun. He looks at her full lips as she breaths slowly, only wanting to wrap her in his arms and tell her all the things he was too afraid to say aloud. She timidly starts to wrap her arms around his neck, only wanting him. There are no other thought besides him, complete clarity. He leans closer and her breath is caught in her throat, her mouth opening slightly. she stands on her tip toes, close enough to smell his m
Missing YouI’ll be okay,
Until one random night,
When i am about to drift to sleep,
It’ll hit me strong and fast.
The feeling of total desperation,
My heart being ripped from my chest,
All over again,
As the memories flood my mind.
The way you would caress my face,
The feeling of your lips against mine,
How you could make me feel beautiful,
When you would hold me for hours.
Brings an entirely new tear.
Until there are thousands lacing my pillowcase,
Till my breathing is uncontrollable,
Until this wave of missing you is gone,
But then again it never is
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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