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His Tiny hands holding mine
His Tiny feet  padding across the hardwood floor
His Tiny arms reaching up for me to pick him up
His tiny head laying on my chest while he falls asleep
His sweet laughs when I tickle him
Hell only be little for a little while
But he’ll always be my baby
I just hope that
My hands keep his warm
In my footsteps he will be proud to follow
In my arms he finds comfort and protection
That he'll remember my laugh whenever I’m gone
He’s only little for a little while
My love he will always carry.
She is dark and her mind is a palace
She is dark and her knowledge will take her places
She is dark and her body is for herself first
She is dark and her voice is valid
She is dark and her thoughts will lead nations
She is dark and her just being is bravery
She is dark and her soul will keep dancing
She is dark and her dark has a purpose
She is dark and her dark is bright
She is dark and her dark is beautiful.
Life is just
a bunch of hopes,
memories,
moments,
spur of joy,
running for euphoria,
fighting harder,
looking for security
but
essence lies in
Beautiful sadness


KPK
 May 2016 Jellyfish
Brooke Davis
October eyes,
were not eyes at all.
they were spinning gears, and cold steel
disguised in chocolate orbs.

October Eyes said it all,
Though not a single meaningful word
was uttered
through your lips for weeks.

October Eyes screeched
"Remove that thing at once! She is a cog in the assembly line!"

And that's just what you did.

You became the machine others expected.

And i became the scrap heap.
Third time writing you a letter,  
trying to create a poem that is endless like the sand on the beach
or riding down the streets.
Hate is always hard to forget
and happiness is a moment to reminisce.
Why can't time move forward,
so I can be with you to be over it.
Oh, the things I would do to you.
******* you to your skin at the right que.
I miss how the sun shines on your hair.
Like a clear window with a glare.
I always want to write you love songs.
But I just end up writing you poems.
It's okay baby you won't hear my sorrows.
I'll hide them with these flowers.
I don't want our love to disappear.
Because I know when I see you it will reappear.
It's so clear..
But fear is always near..
 Mar 2016 Jellyfish
Bailey Lewis
Broken hands built the house
Broken bottles buried the owner
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