The Department of Structured Calm

Written by laurajayne_writes

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She wished upon a star
Not, just any star ...
But the one, that bears your name
As she watches you,
Ever so majestically,
Dash, beautifully, across the midnight sky.
In her dreams
You more than ever, are alive
In the dreams, that are meant to be dreamt
In dreams, that never die.
Like the star, that breathes
Only to shine,
You are my dream,
And your breath, keeps me alive.

Written by voltaires_inkwell

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In a field where dusk is breathing, under skies of molten rose,
Two skeletons sit side by side where every wildflower grows.
Their hands, though bone, are woven tight, a quiet, endless vow,
For even when the flesh is gone, love lingers in the now.

The sun sinks low behind their spines, a halo made of flame,
It crowns them in a tender light that whispers out their name.
The clouds blush pink with every sigh the distant heavens weave,
As if the stars themselves recall the promises they leave.

Above, a crescent moon leans down, a silver, watching eye,
It cradles them in gentle glow as day dissolves in sky.
The night begins to hum a song of all that never dies,
Of beating hearts that turned to dust but never said goodbyes.

They do not need a pulse to feel the warmth between their ribs,
For love has slipped past mortal clocks and broken every crib.
Their laughter once was flesh and sound, now silent, soft, and deep,
A memory the universe has chosen not to sleep.

Here, time forgets to measure them, the seasons lose their claim,
No winter wind can strip away what never learned of shame.
Their bones may crack, the flowers fade, the sky may change its hue,
But love has stitched their souls as one in everlasting glue.

So let the galaxies collapse, let oceans turn to sand,
Let history rewrite itself and cities lose their land.
Still, in this field of fading light beneath the tender moon,
Two skeletons will sit and prove that love outlives the tomb.

For love is more than breath or blood, more vast than life or death,
It lingers in the empty space between each borrowed breath.
And when the world is finally still, its stories said and done,
Their bones will glow with all the dawns where two were always one.

Written by joni.ta125

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There is a raven in me,
Feathers dipped in midnight thought,
Perched upon the brittle edges
Of every lesson pain has taught.
It does not fear the coming storm,
It rides the thunder’s call,
Wings spread wide in broken skies
Refusing still to fall.
It croaks in truths I tried to hide,
In shadows I once ran from,
Pecking at the fragile lies
My quiet heart had spun.
Yet in its dark, obsidian eye
A silver glimmer gleams,
For even ravens guard the light
That flickers in our dreams.
So let it sit inside my chest,
Let it beat and cry and be,
For strength is born in midnight wings,
And the raven… lives in me.

Written by the.millennial.attick

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You don’t know how gently I carry you.
Like a candle through wind.
Like something warm cupped between my trembling hands.

I keep whole mornings shaped around you.
My hair tangled in the light, slipping through curtains, and lingering on your skin.

I learn you carefully.

The way one learns the rhythm of waves, not to hold them, only to feel when they arrive,
and when they sigh away again

And sometimes…there’s a fear before sleep

Of time slipping, unnoticed.
Of life carrying you somewhere my hands will never reach.

Like watching the horizon blush at dusk,
knowing the light is moving somewhere beautiful, even when I cannot follow.

So I’ll hold you quietly from afar.
Like starlight loves the earth,
traveling impossible distances,
just for the chance to be seen.

Even if you never look up.

Written by miladydesires

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Saturn cracked
my eyes wide open.
In the decay of
expired masks,
I finally understood
my own essence.
My body was
speaking truth
when my mind
was still bargaining
for delayed consequences.
I was never shy,
nor compliant –
only dimming my own fire.
I softened my desires,
blunted my voice,
dismissed my own depths
for superficial glitter.
I swallowed bitterness
as if it was sacred duty.
Saturn showed me
there is no going back —
only boldly unfolding forward
with grace and sharpness,
carving my own life.