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Written by ChanelleJoy in portal Poetry & Free Verse

CHOOSE LOVE

Suicide should never be an option.

No one should ever be left feeling like suicide is the only way out.

Where has human decency gone?

Where has that thing called kindness gone? Where has love gone?

Seriously.

Get a grip!

Stop hating!

Stop judging!

Stop wanting everything & everyone to fit into your perfect little square!

We're all fucking in this shit together so let's start acting like it!

Fuck!

We all gotta survive & we all gotta strive!

We all gotta work & make a living!

Nothing comes easy or free.

But we don't have to step on those we don't agree with.

We don't have to tear others down just because they do things a little differently.

Everyone's gotta do their own thing, make their own way.

Who are you to judge?

Back the fuck off!

You do your thing & let others do theirs.

& just love them.

Love them for being them.

Love them for being brave enough to not listen to society, to the critics or the naysayers & for just doing what they want.

Because these are the people that will change the world.

& we're killing them.

These are the people who greet the day with their middle finger & scream, "fuck you" to the demons & the devils, crying, "you don't own me & I won't let you win!"

These are the people who give the world their all, who bleed their hearts dry to show people they aren't alone.

These are the people who will care about you, who will be there when you have no one else.

& we're killing them.

We're killing them under influence of ignorance.

We're killing them under influence of selfishness.

We're killing them because no one is there for them when they need help.

When they need to speak, no one will listen.

When they try to speak, they're judged & criticised & they're the ones who get called selfish!

All that they give, everything they do to create a better world & yet, when they need someone, they're ignored.

& all their hard work, all their labours of love are wasted.

Fallen on deaf ears as people turn a blind eye to their pain.

It's sick.

It's downright fucking wrong & something has to change!

So I challenge you today.

Today, I want you to reach out.

Stop being ignorant.

Step outside of yourself, out of your perfect little square where everything is pretty & reach out to someone who needs a helping hand.

Reach into the hurt, the pain, the scars.

Yeh it's ugly!

Of course it's fucking ugly!

It's messy, confronting, upsetting & disturbing.

But you can change that.

With one simple gesture, you can change that.

Yes.

You have that power.

In you is the power to make or break someone.

So how are you going to use it?

I say use it for love.

Use it to be kind.

& if you can't think of what to say, a hug can speak a thousand words.

Buy them a coffee, take them to the park, watch a movie or TV with them.

Just be there.

Don't hide in your square, letting anger & hate seep through the cracks in your walls.

Get out!

Smell the fresh air!

See the beauty in your surroundings.

Take things as they are & leave your judgement behind.

We are not here to judge.

We are here to love & if you start looking at things through eyes of love instead of judgement & hate...

We can make the world beautiful once more.

Are you with me?

©CJ

22nd July 2017

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Written by ChanelleJoy in portal Poetry & Free Verse
CHOOSE LOVE
Suicide should never be an option.
No one should ever be left feeling like suicide is the only way out.
Where has human decency gone?
Where has that thing called kindness gone? Where has love gone?

Seriously.
Get a grip!

Stop hating!
Stop judging!
Stop wanting everything & everyone to fit into your perfect little square!
We're all fucking in this shit together so let's start acting like it!

Fuck!

We all gotta survive & we all gotta strive!
We all gotta work & make a living!
Nothing comes easy or free.

But we don't have to step on those we don't agree with.
We don't have to tear others down just because they do things a little differently.
Everyone's gotta do their own thing, make their own way.
Who are you to judge?

Back the fuck off!

You do your thing & let others do theirs.
& just love them.
Love them for being them.
Love them for being brave enough to not listen to society, to the critics or the naysayers & for just doing what they want.
Because these are the people that will change the world.

& we're killing them.

These are the people who greet the day with their middle finger & scream, "fuck you" to the demons & the devils, crying, "you don't own me & I won't let you win!"

These are the people who give the world their all, who bleed their hearts dry to show people they aren't alone.
These are the people who will care about you, who will be there when you have no one else.

& we're killing them.

We're killing them under influence of ignorance.
We're killing them under influence of selfishness.
We're killing them because no one is there for them when they need help.
When they need to speak, no one will listen.
When they try to speak, they're judged & criticised & they're the ones who get called selfish!

All that they give, everything they do to create a better world & yet, when they need someone, they're ignored.
& all their hard work, all their labours of love are wasted.
Fallen on deaf ears as people turn a blind eye to their pain.

It's sick.
It's downright fucking wrong & something has to change!

So I challenge you today.
Today, I want you to reach out.
Stop being ignorant.
Step outside of yourself, out of your perfect little square where everything is pretty & reach out to someone who needs a helping hand.
Reach into the hurt, the pain, the scars.
Yeh it's ugly!
Of course it's fucking ugly!
It's messy, confronting, upsetting & disturbing.

But you can change that.

With one simple gesture, you can change that.

Yes.
You have that power.

In you is the power to make or break someone.

So how are you going to use it?

I say use it for love.
Use it to be kind.
& if you can't think of what to say, a hug can speak a thousand words.
Buy them a coffee, take them to the park, watch a movie or TV with them.

Just be there.

Don't hide in your square, letting anger & hate seep through the cracks in your walls.
Get out!
Smell the fresh air!
See the beauty in your surroundings.
Take things as they are & leave your judgement behind.

We are not here to judge.

We are here to love & if you start looking at things through eyes of love instead of judgement & hate...
We can make the world beautiful once more.
Are you with me?

©CJ
22nd July 2017
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I want to Forget him...But I still can't

Being in love with him

constantly fighting the high waters

Death at the gates of another town

another realm

A carnival where they hand you free chocolate fudge ice-cream

dripping with sauce and toppings

Crusty yet chewy

When you taste it

Butterscotch fills your mouth

with hazelnut and paradise

But you are at the gates

Shunned from entry

Banned

Banished

Unrequited and doomed

in your loneliness

You can turn it into aloneness

But you can't escape the inevitable tragedy

that awaits you at the gates of despair

and disparity 

There is an end to everything

Existing without you hurts

Existing with you hurts even harder

You are the sunshine and the culprit

The means to an end

the breath that your heart skips

whenever it is alone

Another passage

I want to be with him

But I do not want to erase my self

The Self

on the shores of lurid existence

where sea-salt and cream pie gets crushed under the feet of his ember

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Written by JaylanSalah
I want to Forget him...But I still can't
Being in love with him
constantly fighting the high waters
Death at the gates of another town
another realm
A carnival where they hand you free chocolate fudge ice-cream
dripping with sauce and toppings
Crusty yet chewy
When you taste it
Butterscotch fills your mouth
with hazelnut and paradise
But you are at the gates
Shunned from entry
Banned
Banished
Unrequited and doomed
in your loneliness
You can turn it into aloneness
But you can't escape the inevitable tragedy
that awaits you at the gates of despair
and disparity 
There is an end to everything
Existing without you hurts
Existing with you hurts even harder
You are the sunshine and the culprit
The means to an end
the breath that your heart skips
whenever it is alone
Another passage
I want to be with him
But I do not want to erase my self
The Self
on the shores of lurid existence
where sea-salt and cream pie gets crushed under the feet of his ember
#poetry  #love 
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A Magical Night

Moonlight soaks in the

Wispy clouds

Carries glittering rays

Down moonbeams headed to

My heart

You are a

Silhouette of

Reflected love

Come, angel

Will you dance with

The faeries

And me

And bathe us all

In the substance of

This glorious night

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Written by ruffmiriam in portal Poetry & Free Verse
A Magical Night
Moonlight soaks in the
Wispy clouds
Carries glittering rays
Down moonbeams headed to
My heart
You are a
Silhouette of
Reflected love
Come, angel
Will you dance with
The faeries
And me
And bathe us all
In the substance of
This glorious night

#fantasy  #poetry  #love  #faeries 
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Imagination

It is not as beautiful as it used to be, holding hands, gazing into your eyes for the fun of it, we are friends who have found a deeper interpretation of friendship outside love and lust.

The unusual play mate I always wanted and the willingness to be available at odd times is all that matters, I was just a lonelier who really did not have anything to offer but then you ran into my life and stole the loneliness and made us a companion without love and fear of attachments.

There is no missing rib as good as the one you broke for me to share. Oh! How beautiful your smile is, and when you walked in you change everything I knew in the time past, you are a friend who is an outright definition of love.

You are special and this is one I ain't giving up on.

@rubenkells

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Imagination
It is not as beautiful as it used to be, holding hands, gazing into your eyes for the fun of it, we are friends who have found a deeper interpretation of friendship outside love and lust.
The unusual play mate I always wanted and the willingness to be available at odd times is all that matters, I was just a lonelier who really did not have anything to offer but then you ran into my life and stole the loneliness and made us a companion without love and fear of attachments.
There is no missing rib as good as the one you broke for me to share. Oh! How beautiful your smile is, and when you walked in you change everything I knew in the time past, you are a friend who is an outright definition of love.

You are special and this is one I ain't giving up on.

@rubenkells
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Enigma

Tell me your secrets

And I'll tell you naught but lies

That they'll be safe with me

That no one will ever know

What you've done or how you feel

That I am someone you can trust

Come hell or high water

You knew when you met me

That my heart was divided between

Love for another and

Duty to myself

That I cherish you and

Need you close to me

But that I'm a selfish bastard

And I would sell out any other person

Even you

If it would save my own skin

You knew and still you stayed

But you never told me why

I guess that's one secret

You'll never have to worry about

Losing

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Written by ruffmiriam in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Enigma
Tell me your secrets
And I'll tell you naught but lies
That they'll be safe with me
That no one will ever know
What you've done or how you feel
That I am someone you can trust
Come hell or high water
You knew when you met me
That my heart was divided between
Love for another and
Duty to myself
That I cherish you and
Need you close to me
But that I'm a selfish bastard
And I would sell out any other person
Even you
If it would save my own skin
You knew and still you stayed
But you never told me why
I guess that's one secret
You'll never have to worry about
Losing

#poetry  #love  #loyalty 
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Lesson 1

Love is not linear. 

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Lesson 1
Love is not linear. 
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Need Someone (Excerpt)

This is exactly what I needed.

It is the start of my second week at this new hospital, and I still get lost. It’s gorgeous, expensive, and freaking humongous, but what to you expect for California? There are three main departments situated in wings. Diagnostics and women’s health together in one, oncology in another, and the largest dedicated to plastics because, once again, California. It is pretentious, but the pay is ridiculously high, and so is the patient satisfaction. Now, I’m convinced this is the job I always wanted.

I left my last job in a well-known hospice because I realized it was affecting me more than I should let it. Hospice care takes someone very special. Apparently, I was not special enough. I knew I wanted to work with people that needed the empathetic, emotional support I loved to give. What I hadn’t known was that I would miss the medicine. I needed my patients to have a chance to get better. I needed that hope back.

They have me shadowing Theresa, a 50-year-old Charge Nurse with more wisdom than she realizes, and I am loving every minute of it. The nurses and the doctors in our department call her Mother Theresa, and for good reason. She trusts me to know what I am doing, and never makes me second-guess myself when it comes to patient care, which is refreshing. She is showing me the ropes, and more often than not, is keeping me from getting lost in this sprawling mansion they call a hospital. It is filled with mostly private patient rooms and has the newest, technologically advanced surgical suites. It’s the country club of medical centers – but that came with downfalls as well.

“The people here are the most wonderful and the most annoying,” Theresa explains to me. “Most are well established, come from money, or both, which means they will look at you like you’re a servant rather than a nurse. Until they realize how much they need you.”

     

“It doesn’t bother me. Most people don’t realize they need someone until they really need someone.” That is why I do this job.

She nods her head. “That’s very true. And it goes for the doctors as well.”

We are walking to receive our newest patient. This one is young with ambiguous symptoms, and they have been talking him up as a medical mystery. Every diagnostic doctor’s pipe dream is to meet a medical mystery and solve it, but it never really happens. I still don’t understand why they want it to. Sometimes, I think they forget that patients are people.

“Where is he?” I ask.

“They put him on the gurney already.” She points towards the hall. “He’s a fall risk.”

We walk over to him and I almost trip when he looks at me. He sits up on the bed in his hospital gown. One arm covered in tattoos to the wrist, the other to his fingers. His hair is cut short on the sides and back, leaving a long patch in the middle that he combs absentmindedly with his fingers. It’s bleached blond, but looks like it grows in much darker. He looks over at us with hazel-green eyes and a pretentious, cocky gaze. The man is seriously hot.

“Mr. Zeigler,” Teresa greets him.

“Hi there,” he says with an incredibly straight, white smile.

“I’m Nurse Diaz and this is Nurse Brennan,” Theresa introduces us. “We’ll be taking care of you today.”

“Nice to meet you,” he shakes her hand then turns to me. “And especially you,” he says flirtatiously, holding his hand out to me.

I shake it, but see his bracelets. I grab the thin, woven braids with my fingers. “There is no metal in these, right?”

“No ma’am,” he says. Everything that comes out of his mouth sounds suggestive. He pulls his arm away slowly, still smiling at me.

“Did the doctor have any concern with his tattoos going in the machine?”

Theresa gives me a confused look. “No, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t noticed either.”

“Do you mind if I take a look at your ink, Mr. Ziegler?”

He smiles. “You can take a look at whatever you’d like, Nurse Brennan.”

He holds his arms out to me, and I pull up his gown and see his sleeves stop at the shoulder. He has an eclectic mix of black ink portraits, and classics like colorful flowers, waves and koi fish. All pops of color are blue or green like his eyes, no reds or pinks. “Do you have any others?”

“I do. You want to see those too?” he asks enticingly.

“Not particularly. Can you tell me if any are red?”

He looks a bit confused. “They’re not.”

“What do you think?” Theresa asks me.

I smile at her. “I think he’ll be just fine.”

“Are you ready?” Theresa asks the patient.

“Yes! Take me for a ride.”

Theresa wheels him down the wide halls towards the elevators and I trot alongside her. I can’t get over how beautiful this place is. Each wing is painted a different family of colors. This area is shades of aqua adorned with water and ocean-related artworks.

“You know I can walk, right?” Mr. Ziegler says to Theresa.

“That’s what you said last time. Right before you passed out and almost got yourself a concussion,” Theresa scolds him. He snarls at her like a playful child. I grab his chart from the front of the bed and take a look.

His symptoms are mostly vague: loss of appetite, unexplained weight loss, body aches, low-grade fever. The only one of actual concern is the stabbing pain in the abdomen and back, and fainting spells.

They had run a battery of tests on him, too. X-rays, various blood panels, EKG, and now an MRI. “Come in for an STD screening, stay to find out you have some un-diagnosable mystery disease,” he says tongue-in-cheek. “I never thought I’d prefer to have syphilis.” I can’t help but laugh. He smiles at me accomplishedly.

“We will figure out what is wrong with you and get you on your way soon enough,” Theresa says.

“I think you want to keep me here as long as possible.” He winks at Theresa. She shakes her head at him as we reach the elevator lobby. “Must be this sexy hospital gown driving you girls crazy,” he says, stretching it out in front of his chest. I stifle my laughter.

I push the button and we wait quietly. I look back to him and smile politely, and he raises his eyebrows suggestively with a flirtatious smile. I try not to roll my eyes.

Theresa gets a page. “It’s a code. I’ll meet you up there.” She starts to run off. “Fourth floor to the right!” she yells as she hurries away. She must read minds too.

“Are you new here?” he asks.

I smile at him as the doors open. “Is it that obvious?”

I push the bed inside and press the button for our floor. He laces his fingers behind his head and lays back against his pillow, looking up at me. “So what’s your first name, Ms. Brennan? Mrs. Brennan?”

“Miss. It’s Sabine.”

Sabine,” he repeats in a growly voice. He rolls to his side and props up a knee under his blanket, looking up at me directly. “Are you Italian?”

“My grandmother was. You can thank her for the name. Yours is Neil, right?”

“Yeah. My friends call me Ziggy. You can call me Ziggy if you want.”

“Sure thing, Ziggy.” The elevator chimes and the doors open.

I take a wrong turn, and end up near the surgical hall. I resort to following the signs like a visitor, my patient laughing all the way. We finally make it to the room, and the attendant can’t be bothered from his magazine. At least I know I’m in the right place now.

“All right, I need you to transfer onto this table for me,” I pat the table.

“Do I get to take this stupid dress off?”

“And be naked?” I laugh. “No.”

“Ah, you’re missing out.”

I help him climb onto the table, though he doesn’t need me to. He is in amazing shape – slim and noticeably muscular. He’s in perfect health, it seems. I start to get excited about the idea of figuring out what is wrong with him and making him better. “Are you claustrophobic, Ziggy?”

He chuckles. “No, I’m quite fond of sticking myself into tight things.”

I groan in disgust. He laughs as he lies down. “You’re too much.”

“That’s what they all tell me,” he smiles suggestively. There was no winning with this one. I push the button to move him into the machine. He tries to hide his nerves as he moves into the tube. “How long does this take?”

“Just a few minutes. If you hold still.”

“Okay.”

I go into the room and the scan begins. I sit with the silent attendant as he slurps his coffee periodically, still engrossed in his Men’s Health magazine. When I glance at the face view, I see he looks very nervous. You think you aren’t claustrophobic until you’re in an MRI. He needs a distraction.

“Just a couple more minutes, Mr. Zeigler.”

“Cool,” he says nervously.

“What did you say you do for a living?”

“I’m a photographer.”

“That’s awesome. What kind?”

“Fashion mainly. But I do all types of portraiture. Anything with people the possibility of drama.”

He seems very passionate. “Anything I’ve seen?”

“I’ve been in GQ a handful of times. Vogue once.”

“No way.”

He laughs lightly. “Way.”

“I bet your Instagram is super cool,” I say tongue-in-cheek.

He groans. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re one of those people.”

“What, a hipster?”

“Sure. Let’s call it that.”

“I think my taste in clothing and music might suggest that.” The computer beeps and the pictures start to come in. “But for the record, my Instagram latte pics are very original and authentic.”

“Don’t make me laugh, I’m supposed to be still.”

I get the thumbs up from the attendant. “Go ahead, you’re all done.”

“Already?”

“Already.” I walk back into the room and press the button to let him out, making sure to scan his legs for any signs of mysterious discoloration or something else mildly exciting. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes, of course. Though I’m disappointed to find out my hot nurse is so boring.”

“Excuse me? Boring?”

He laughs, sitting up as the machine comes to a stop. I pull the gurney closer and help him stand. “Maybe you’ll…” he stops short, and his face tenses slightly.

“Mr. Ziegler?” His eyes roll and he goes limp. I disobey my training and jump in his path, catching him in my arms. His weight pulls me to my hip, but I manage to keep both our heads from hitting the ground. “Page the attending, please!” I yell.

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Need Someone (Excerpt)
This is exactly what I needed.

It is the start of my second week at this new hospital, and I still get lost. It’s gorgeous, expensive, and freaking humongous, but what to you expect for California? There are three main departments situated in wings. Diagnostics and women’s health together in one, oncology in another, and the largest dedicated to plastics because, once again, California. It is pretentious, but the pay is ridiculously high, and so is the patient satisfaction. Now, I’m convinced this is the job I always wanted.

I left my last job in a well-known hospice because I realized it was affecting me more than I should let it. Hospice care takes someone very special. Apparently, I was not special enough. I knew I wanted to work with people that needed the empathetic, emotional support I loved to give. What I hadn’t known was that I would miss the medicine. I needed my patients to have a chance to get better. I needed that hope back.

They have me shadowing Theresa, a 50-year-old Charge Nurse with more wisdom than she realizes, and I am loving every minute of it. The nurses and the doctors in our department call her Mother Theresa, and for good reason. She trusts me to know what I am doing, and never makes me second-guess myself when it comes to patient care, which is refreshing. She is showing me the ropes, and more often than not, is keeping me from getting lost in this sprawling mansion they call a hospital. It is filled with mostly private patient rooms and has the newest, technologically advanced surgical suites. It’s the country club of medical centers – but that came with downfalls as well.

“The people here are the most wonderful and the most annoying,” Theresa explains to me. “Most are well established, come from money, or both, which means they will look at you like you’re a servant rather than a nurse. Until they realize how much they need you.”
     
“It doesn’t bother me. Most people don’t realize they need someone until they really need someone.” That is why I do this job.

She nods her head. “That’s very true. And it goes for the doctors as well.”

We are walking to receive our newest patient. This one is young with ambiguous symptoms, and they have been talking him up as a medical mystery. Every diagnostic doctor’s pipe dream is to meet a medical mystery and solve it, but it never really happens. I still don’t understand why they want it to. Sometimes, I think they forget that patients are people.

“Where is he?” I ask.

“They put him on the gurney already.” She points towards the hall. “He’s a fall risk.”

We walk over to him and I almost trip when he looks at me. He sits up on the bed in his hospital gown. One arm covered in tattoos to the wrist, the other to his fingers. His hair is cut short on the sides and back, leaving a long patch in the middle that he combs absentmindedly with his fingers. It’s bleached blond, but looks like it grows in much darker. He looks over at us with hazel-green eyes and a pretentious, cocky gaze. The man is seriously hot.

“Mr. Zeigler,” Teresa greets him.

“Hi there,” he says with an incredibly straight, white smile.

“I’m Nurse Diaz and this is Nurse Brennan,” Theresa introduces us. “We’ll be taking care of you today.”

“Nice to meet you,” he shakes her hand then turns to me. “And especially you,” he says flirtatiously, holding his hand out to me.

I shake it, but see his bracelets. I grab the thin, woven braids with my fingers. “There is no metal in these, right?”

“No ma’am,” he says. Everything that comes out of his mouth sounds suggestive. He pulls his arm away slowly, still smiling at me.

“Did the doctor have any concern with his tattoos going in the machine?”

Theresa gives me a confused look. “No, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t noticed either.”

“Do you mind if I take a look at your ink, Mr. Ziegler?”

He smiles. “You can take a look at whatever you’d like, Nurse Brennan.”

He holds his arms out to me, and I pull up his gown and see his sleeves stop at the shoulder. He has an eclectic mix of black ink portraits, and classics like colorful flowers, waves and koi fish. All pops of color are blue or green like his eyes, no reds or pinks. “Do you have any others?”

“I do. You want to see those too?” he asks enticingly.

“Not particularly. Can you tell me if any are red?”

He looks a bit confused. “They’re not.”

“What do you think?” Theresa asks me.

I smile at her. “I think he’ll be just fine.”

“Are you ready?” Theresa asks the patient.

“Yes! Take me for a ride.”

Theresa wheels him down the wide halls towards the elevators and I trot alongside her. I can’t get over how beautiful this place is. Each wing is painted a different family of colors. This area is shades of aqua adorned with water and ocean-related artworks.

“You know I can walk, right?” Mr. Ziegler says to Theresa.

“That’s what you said last time. Right before you passed out and almost got yourself a concussion,” Theresa scolds him. He snarls at her like a playful child. I grab his chart from the front of the bed and take a look.

His symptoms are mostly vague: loss of appetite, unexplained weight loss, body aches, low-grade fever. The only one of actual concern is the stabbing pain in the abdomen and back, and fainting spells.

They had run a battery of tests on him, too. X-rays, various blood panels, EKG, and now an MRI. “Come in for an STD screening, stay to find out you have some un-diagnosable mystery disease,” he says tongue-in-cheek. “I never thought I’d prefer to have syphilis.” I can’t help but laugh. He smiles at me accomplishedly.

“We will figure out what is wrong with you and get you on your way soon enough,” Theresa says.

“I think you want to keep me here as long as possible.” He winks at Theresa. She shakes her head at him as we reach the elevator lobby. “Must be this sexy hospital gown driving you girls crazy,” he says, stretching it out in front of his chest. I stifle my laughter.

I push the button and we wait quietly. I look back to him and smile politely, and he raises his eyebrows suggestively with a flirtatious smile. I try not to roll my eyes.

Theresa gets a page. “It’s a code. I’ll meet you up there.” She starts to run off. “Fourth floor to the right!” she yells as she hurries away. She must read minds too.

“Are you new here?” he asks.

I smile at him as the doors open. “Is it that obvious?”

I push the bed inside and press the button for our floor. He laces his fingers behind his head and lays back against his pillow, looking up at me. “So what’s your first name, Ms. Brennan? Mrs. Brennan?”

“Miss. It’s Sabine.”

Sabine,” he repeats in a growly voice. He rolls to his side and props up a knee under his blanket, looking up at me directly. “Are you Italian?”

“My grandmother was. You can thank her for the name. Yours is Neil, right?”

“Yeah. My friends call me Ziggy. You can call me Ziggy if you want.”

“Sure thing, Ziggy.” The elevator chimes and the doors open.

I take a wrong turn, and end up near the surgical hall. I resort to following the signs like a visitor, my patient laughing all the way. We finally make it to the room, and the attendant can’t be bothered from his magazine. At least I know I’m in the right place now.

“All right, I need you to transfer onto this table for me,” I pat the table.

“Do I get to take this stupid dress off?”

“And be naked?” I laugh. “No.”

“Ah, you’re missing out.”

I help him climb onto the table, though he doesn’t need me to. He is in amazing shape – slim and noticeably muscular. He’s in perfect health, it seems. I start to get excited about the idea of figuring out what is wrong with him and making him better. “Are you claustrophobic, Ziggy?”

He chuckles. “No, I’m quite fond of sticking myself into tight things.”

I groan in disgust. He laughs as he lies down. “You’re too much.”

“That’s what they all tell me,” he smiles suggestively. There was no winning with this one. I push the button to move him into the machine. He tries to hide his nerves as he moves into the tube. “How long does this take?”

“Just a few minutes. If you hold still.”

“Okay.”

I go into the room and the scan begins. I sit with the silent attendant as he slurps his coffee periodically, still engrossed in his Men’s Health magazine. When I glance at the face view, I see he looks very nervous. You think you aren’t claustrophobic until you’re in an MRI. He needs a distraction.

“Just a couple more minutes, Mr. Zeigler.”

“Cool,” he says nervously.

“What did you say you do for a living?”

“I’m a photographer.”

“That’s awesome. What kind?”

“Fashion mainly. But I do all types of portraiture. Anything with people the possibility of drama.”

He seems very passionate. “Anything I’ve seen?”

“I’ve been in GQ a handful of times. Vogue once.”

“No way.”

He laughs lightly. “Way.”

“I bet your Instagram is super cool,” I say tongue-in-cheek.

He groans. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re one of those people.”

“What, a hipster?”

“Sure. Let’s call it that.”

“I think my taste in clothing and music might suggest that.” The computer beeps and the pictures start to come in. “But for the record, my Instagram latte pics are very original and authentic.”

“Don’t make me laugh, I’m supposed to be still.”

I get the thumbs up from the attendant. “Go ahead, you’re all done.”

“Already?”

“Already.” I walk back into the room and press the button to let him out, making sure to scan his legs for any signs of mysterious discoloration or something else mildly exciting. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes, of course. Though I’m disappointed to find out my hot nurse is so boring.”

“Excuse me? Boring?”

He laughs, sitting up as the machine comes to a stop. I pull the gurney closer and help him stand. “Maybe you’ll…” he stops short, and his face tenses slightly.

“Mr. Ziegler?” His eyes roll and he goes limp. I disobey my training and jump in his path, catching him in my arms. His weight pulls me to my hip, but I manage to keep both our heads from hitting the ground. “Page the attending, please!” I yell.

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Your love, to me.

If such sweet reward would be

For you to carry me from here

And cradle to your presence

With haste, I will, as a bird to its nest

Be by you forever

Till there be no sleeps left, 

And yet, I know for sure

You would but hush me back

And send me here again

To breathe the air of life

I would, maybe cry harder, 

But I understand, 

So I shall wipe my tears off then

And walk until it's time. 

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Written by deerly
Your love, to me.
If such sweet reward would be
For you to carry me from here
And cradle to your presence
With haste, I will, as a bird to its nest
Be by you forever
Till there be no sleeps left, 

And yet, I know for sure
You would but hush me back
And send me here again
To breathe the air of life
I would, maybe cry harder, 
But I understand, 

So I shall wipe my tears off then
And walk until it's time. 
#poetry  #love  #spirituality  #patience 
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Written by jmasalgado in portal Poetry & Free Verse

My skin caught on fire at the sound of his voice as he whispered my name. It was the last promise he had to break to finally set myself free. 

We waited 40 days to heal as we break and build each other's dreams. As he cruised with the cold breath of the night time under his feet, I found roads yet explored. My eyes sought comfort with the warm tears swelling at the edge of each one. They blurred my sight for a while, but they served as the lens for a clearer view of him watching from afar. 

Every beat of my heart reminded me of the wishes we shared, of the goals we made, and even of the struggles we faced. In those 40 days before the end, saying my name, one last time was the deal.

He complied. I am now free. I hope he is as well.

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Written by jmasalgado in portal Poetry & Free Verse
My skin caught on fire at the sound of his voice as he whispered my name. It was the last promise he had to break to finally set myself free. 

We waited 40 days to heal as we break and build each other's dreams. As he cruised with the cold breath of the night time under his feet, I found roads yet explored. My eyes sought comfort with the warm tears swelling at the edge of each one. They blurred my sight for a while, but they served as the lens for a clearer view of him watching from afar. 

Every beat of my heart reminded me of the wishes we shared, of the goals we made, and even of the struggles we faced. In those 40 days before the end, saying my name, one last time was the deal.

He complied. I am now free. I hope he is as well.
#fiction  #romance  #life  #love  #lettinggo 
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Written by RLW in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Cliff Diving

I'm experimenting with formatting today, and would appreciate feedback as to which of the two versions below you think reads better. Also comments on the poem itself are welcome.

Cliff Diving - I

Meet me there, on

precipice where

full moon bathes our

bodies bare. We’ll

dare our longest leap,

side by shivered

side, into still

waters deep; off

new shores, beyond

bind of shadows’ keep.

Fueled by beam of

satin song-shine

stitched through breaths, to

hold for ages

shards of broken hearts.

Cliff Diving - II

Meet me there, on precipice

where full moon bathes our bodies,

bare.

We’ll dare our longest leap,

side by shivered side into still waters deep;

off new shores, beyond bind

of shadows’ keep.

Fueled by beam of

satin song-shine stitched through breaths,

to hold for ages

shards of broken hearts.

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Written by RLW in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Cliff Diving
I'm experimenting with formatting today, and would appreciate feedback as to which of the two versions below you think reads better. Also comments on the poem itself are welcome.

Cliff Diving - I

Meet me there, on
precipice where
full moon bathes our
bodies bare. We’ll
dare our longest leap,
side by shivered
side, into still
waters deep; off
new shores, beyond
bind of shadows’ keep.
Fueled by beam of
satin song-shine
stitched through breaths, to
hold for ages
shards of broken hearts.

Cliff Diving - II

Meet me there, on precipice
where full moon bathes our bodies,
bare.

We’ll dare our longest leap,
side by shivered side into still waters deep;
off new shores, beyond bind
of shadows’ keep.

Fueled by beam of
satin song-shine stitched through breaths,
to hold for ages
shards of broken hearts.
#poetry  #love  #newbeginnings  #daring  #formatting 
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