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 Jul 2018 Logan
Emeka Mokeme
There is an amazing
and healthy way to lose
control without messing up
that is truly beautiful when
you fall in love.
It makes you act like
a child movie star
everyone can laugh with.
It brings out the hidden part of our
silly nature without condemnation.
Falling in love allows our child like
spirit to come out to play.
It expresses itself with joy
and let a part of our being know
that it is alright to be silly.
It is pure and intense,
with accessible vulnerability.
It carries it's own special beauty,
reminding us to do funny and
acceptable stuff for the one you love.
Love never belittle your intent
however silly it may look.
It's laughable when you completely lost
yourself in love playing dumb,
whispering softly silly meaningless
nothing in each other ears.
Sweet candy crush,
hot chocolate,
my apple pie,
my cream puff,
Hahaha!!!,
the funny names you call yourselves,
and all the beautiful strange names used.
To love and be loved is awesomely beautiful.
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 Jul 2018 Logan
Tristan Brown
Imperfection is a blessing
Imperfection allows us to be better
Every single day

So be better
 Jul 2018 Logan
Austin Stafford
Mist shrouds the morning
Her petals covered with dew
Nectar of my love
Not the attraction a boy of ten
has for his peers
he was not even among
the intimate friends
yet a kind of lust I felt
when he was around
a flutter and denser breath
and in his absence
paling of all else.

That early seeding
was a hushed gust
blowing awhile in the ravine of
deep south.

Pretty girls emerged from the dust
and the first man in me
grew out of first love.
 Jul 2018 Logan
Ashly Kocher
Kaboom
 Jul 2018 Logan
Ashly Kocher
In the drop of a hat
The mood changes
The boiling point is happening
Steam is filling the air....
KABOOM!!!!!

Explosion has now taken place
Watch your step for the fallen debris
Proceed with caution...
 Jul 2018 Logan
Shadow Dragon
You got me so drunk
I forgot what a hangover was.
Twisted lies,
and the devils eyes.
In between the happiness,
is what I call hate.
Unlike what you might think,
it's what made me want you
in the first place.
I crave a drop of you and your face
now and then
when I'm not really thirsty.
I search for mercy
wrapping myself in the sky,
going to bed,
planning what I might do
when you let me drink again
the next time I see you.
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