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 Nov 2017 G J
Ariadne
Autobiography
 Nov 2017 G J
Ariadne
I have a little black book
Inside are names
Names of those I know
Some I love
Some I onced loved
Some I came to despise
Every time I open the book
It makes me sad
Most of these names
I haven't spoken to in years
Some I barely remember
Sometimes I add new names
Not as often as I used to
And every time I do
A light shines inside
Before being extinguished
Once again
As I close my little black book
A little black book full of me
 Nov 2017 G J
Victor Agbanyim
Pilot Woman

As she stands there
Her unvarnished self
Looking at me with such candor
Her words expressed with brevity and clarity
With no wasted words

As she draws near
Coming closer
So composed moving with flair
Hand touches
Adrenaline rushes
And it’s just like we on a plane
And we turning on every switch possible

Aerodynamically moving
Feel the air as we travel
Taken to a far and deep land
And we nowhere near epiphany

Pilot woman
Take us far
You and me
I with you
Reach a place not seen in a blue moon.
 Oct 2017 G J
Hayleigh
Anxiety
 Oct 2017 G J
Hayleigh
We are worriers
And
We are warriors.
 Oct 2017 G J
annie l hayes
the worst goodbye
is the one that’s never said.
it’s to the person you still see in the hallways
but you both just act like nothing ever happened.
and some nights, you’ll sit on your bed
at 1am thinking about him, wondering
if he still thinks about you, too.

/a never-said goodbye/
 Sep 2017 G J
curated chaos
An inner darkness;
An inner darkness hidden within the mind.
Secluded from the soul.
Sequestered with a smile.
Detestable thoughts
Inconceivable actions
Suppressed only for the accompaniment of pen and paper.
Never to be pronounced.
Never to be perceived.
Pure isolation.
 Apr 2017 G J
Chris Vans
A S L E E P
 Apr 2017 G J
Chris Vans
I fell asleep before I was born
I fell asleep after I died
 Apr 2017 G J
Chris Vans
C O L O R S
 Apr 2017 G J
Chris Vans
I stepped outside and all I see is the air you left behind
The candy bars we used to eat

I close my eyes and all I see are phosphene colors
The feelings broken down in a kaleidoscope

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