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 Dec 2019 Kgirl
will
Alien
 Dec 2019 Kgirl
will
why are we so lonely
that we will create
our own fantasies
into distant memories
of a creature far away
wishing to communicate
humans must be incredibly lonely to wish for another being to speak to even from the stars.
 Jan 2019 Kgirl
Robin Lemmen
There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk
 Dec 2018 Kgirl
Krishnapriya
I wonder what secret
The trees whisper to the breeze?
Do the birds hear that secret
And announce it in their song?

Does the wind hold it
And drop it in the seas?
Does the sea speak it out
And share it with the stars?

Do the heavens then resound
With the secret of the trees?

And the clouds,
Oh yes! Those clouds
Blue, black and grey
Is that why come rushing?

Across the seas to caress
With gentle rain the trees
And whisper,
"Heaven knows your heart,
There are no secrets from God."

The trees smile and sway
Fulfilled and complete in love.
 Nov 2018 Kgirl
gray
fire and ice
 Nov 2018 Kgirl
gray
i was fire.
flames licking at my heart
burning me inside out.

i was fire.
heat spreading through my veins
flickering in my soul.

i was fire.
smoke clogging my lungs
extinguished by your ice.
also written in french class, because nothing makes sense no more
 Nov 2018 Kgirl
Tom Spencer
The Web
 Nov 2018 Kgirl
Tom Spencer
After the storm,
the spider fine tunes its web-
spiraling inward,
plucking at strands
strung lyre-like
between the apple branches.
   Shrinking fingers of light
slip from the underbellies
of  low slung clouds
that stream by
nearly snagging the tree tops.
   The wind fills the web
like a jib stretched out
before the slapping bow of a ship.
   Meanwhile, our small planet
hurtles forward, circling
on strands of patient gravity
spun by God knows who or what.
   Satisfied with her spinning,
the spider finally
settles into place
at the center of a billowing universe,
waiting for some small
something to come sailing by.


Tom Spencer © 2017
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