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w / naked girls mothers,         .         Ethiopia's
Dead-Head days of the year of the number
of the goods to the poet's long coat,
Caledonia -  The distance between a mother's
face White snooch fair ground in the dark
Green thought;   Rose said girls the great city
in the world,   the art of living in a flood lifts
the needy;   American money to pay the skin
to the Sun; Specifically, they found that
choosing to be In the good old war,
a great abundance of them; God save you
sea hard Dream of Cătellus through the blood;
fire 1 young female stars in the Street
or hearing of the word, he thought,
was not a man, indeed,      those who reach six
are ​​said to live after breaking off the marriage,
what is The Turquoise is a local poet;
Watergate Cover-up Catholic
infancy at the height of the feet of the place
the stone of three sons, the arc;          Leave
the Abbot General in   The head of Medusa,
to show that he is truly man; These free from Most
wild Little Browns;  The former star of the current
state gay Feeling the standing invisible
In cursive script writing by hand,                Worms
The old pier when they are afraid,     but my heart
'the cat's White was also the Secret
of the Consumer Voice; Lately a lot of guys
are wet; They were filled w/ a sweeter
sad mouth on the side of the window
knockers, However, is speakingof the Great
Plains; Deep between the Russian civil law;
Friends & blind dogs wearing mirrors to the
Heroic ******'s Kiss,    but the history of the
revolutionary time strippers & sending the
mother of all Strippers of a dog, the school
of Marcus; In the northwest of the island
Society Friends Dream of perfect modern
House Garden           The girl gave birth & asked
to quit the evil behind the back of the daughters;
For the rich smell of unknown;          The weather,
the fall of Horatio's World;           Alchemy's mom
touched to meet Him speaking his mind in the air
 Sep 2018 Jasmine dryer
Rohan P
dawn
 Sep 2018 Jasmine dryer
Rohan P
what spaces do
you leave between the
lines? what places do
you hide, beside mine?

ivory lines lead parallel
from dawn to dawn: from
pictures of you that adorn
agelessness.

prayers to gold-
tipped sunsets won't
bring that dawn
again.
you're the dawn, if you were wondering.
it's weird the things that
pester your mind
just when you thought you had
it all sewn up...

you tell yourself you are this
generous and big-hearted person
well maybe
on some days

and then you remember the kid
in fifth grade that rushed up
asked for a five pence loan
was all I had left

but I did it, didn't I
believed her
that she'd pay it back
in the morrow for sure

but she wasn't at school
the next or the next
and I'm still inanely
mad at her

and at myself
as she knew
she was moving
the very next day

and man was I
miffed
but you know I
couldn't give tuppence

about the coin -no
'twas the principle
of the matter
wasn't it

she knew she
would never
pay it back
so why lie

I would have given her
way more
had I known it was
her last day
Just an off the cuff poem. Inspiration came from reading a poem just now by Natalie:  https://hellopoetry.com/nataliestilescarmona/
where I left this comment:  You are indeed worthy of being called a muse of sorts for my head is rattling around with all kinds of possibilities - but the little ping pong ***** haven't formulated into much in the way of sentences yet - but it is coming - yes, I think something is emerging. Bit longer than I expected so will post it as a poem and give you the credit for the inspiration - lol
Not only is traveling the common denominator, but so are must have tattoos, thrill adventures and sarcasm...

With that said, I refuse to dive from an airplane for the sake of posting a “look at me” on a dating site...

I’d rather take the path of the least resistance, invest in the most expensive selfish stick and love myself.
 Sep 2018 Jasmine dryer
everly
yes
spanish mothers will always love their sons
not knowing the havoc they wreak
toward freshmen girls senses
harassing them
holding them
making them feel like
maybe it’s
supposed to feel like this..
supposed to be this way..

spanish mothers
will have a poté of arroz ready all the time for her growing boy
with a cold Malta w crushed ice at the ready.
spanish mothers
don’t believe the teachers at the conferences
about the talking and the disruptions in the class
mi niño nunca habla durante de la clase
she’s sure of it.
the teachers baffled thinking that if they told a parent
things would change.

nowhere to turn.
their sons won’t be stopped.







dun dun duuuuuuun
i was just bored don’t go in the comments and start talking about how it’s stereotypical- just let me write en paz.
 Sep 2018 Jasmine dryer
everly
i dig my nails under rocks to
hide away my time capsule
soon to dig it up again like an issue with a significant other that you choose to postpone until the worst time.
i put in a ring
a letter
and a picture of me.

i put it in a small cardboard box
right next to the eggshell my mom planted so
all that would be left is
the ring as time goes on
hopefully.
 Sep 2018 Jasmine dryer
everly
we used to have everything in common
now all we share is the refrigerator

ice cold baby
ice cold

 Sep 2018 Jasmine dryer
Makayla
Wish
 Sep 2018 Jasmine dryer
Makayla
I wish you could hear the way I talk about you...
 Sep 2018 Jasmine dryer
sydney
fingertips press
against my skin.
they are calloused
and gentle and
slow moving as if
they are trying
to engrave
the outline of me
into their mind
forever.
trails of heat
are left in their wake,
lines of fire
beginning to spark.
the dim sunlight
of morning
casts between the slots
of the broken blinds,
falling on us.
one ray of light
falls over the side
of your face,
over one eye.
the brown looks
like it is glowing,
specks of dark
surrounding your iris
to the depths
of your pupil.
your eyes —
one glowing
and one hidden
by the shadows —
are fixated on me.
my gaze feels frozen
as it settles onto you
and i don't understand
how you can have the power
to make me feel
both frozen
and inflamed
all at once.
my breath catches
in my throat
as i wonder
what i did
to become so lucky
to be in
this spot
next to you.
as we wake up
and lay here in silence,
waiting for one
to break and make
the first move
to start the day.
but i would be
perfectly okay
laying here
forever
but i know
we have to leave
and i will spend my day
thinking about
being in this exact spot
until it comes again.
i miss you.
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