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 Aug 2020 Jen
Mrs Timetable
I was conceived
At a drive-in movie

Maybe that’s why
I get motion picture sick
Both are actually true...I forgot to ask what the movie was
 Aug 2020 Jen
Dani
Werewolf
 Aug 2020 Jen
Dani
The moon rises high in the sky
To the light of day we say goodbye
As the sun goes away
The wolf comes out to play
The man goes away
And the wolf comes out to play
A ***** of flesh it desires
A primal instinct it requires
It runs with the wind
On a hunt for those who have sinned
To eat their hearts full of mud
It's mouth dripping with dark red blood
Sharp teeth and ragged fur
Protection you cannot procure
To the light of day we say goodbye
As the moon rises high in the sky
The form of man goes away
So the wolf can come out to play
Inspired by my daughter playing in nature!
 Aug 2020 Jen
Dani
Infatuation
 Aug 2020 Jen
Dani
What is it that you see in me
Captivating and engaging
Listening and relatable
Understanding and without prejudgements
Hell, without any judgements
So you lean in
You get close
You relate and confess and dive deep within yourself
Open up and share
Shed your walls and calased emotions
This feeling not like any other
Not many make you feel this way
So infatuation you grow
And intrigue you sow
And in love you fall
For this, you cannot let go
It is vulnerable and raw
It is open and healing
Calming and exciting
Love, you believe
But love, you do not know
For these are not for you
They are of me
Who I am and who I continue to be
It not for you, it is for me
You are not my dear beloved
Just simply my muse
Flirtation? You must be mistaken
This is my Aura, this is my color

Although you love my color
You do not love ME

For you do not know of the dark shades I harbor
Or the corner with my monsters - that I love so
I cannot be yours, yet you are mine
Given so easily and devotely
But I cannot do that same

This is not my name
My title is not for you
It is for me
I am mine, I am not made for you
Infatuation is not love.
 Aug 2020 Jen
Z
Tick tock tick tock
 Aug 2020 Jen
Z
Another Tuesday morning
Woke up from a bad dream
Last night didn't end well
Screams heard from here and there

Got up and checked the clock
Tick tock tick tock
I need to be quick
Don't have time to think

What a way to start my day
Series of unfortunate events
Pile of letters and bills
Unwashed dishes
Broken toaster
Spilled coffee
Disheveled hair
Worn out clothes
Forgotten umbrella
I am running out of time

Road construction ahead
Here I am still stuck in traffic
Tick tock tick tock
I need to start moving
 Aug 2020 Jen
John Destalo
it is something
wonderful

to feel like
you are

understood
by someone

it is the one
time you belong

for some of us
it is a fleeing

moment

we treasure all
our lives

it is like
all the precious

metals in the
world became

one and we
bury it deep

so we can
discover it

again
 Aug 2020 Jen
John Destalo
a body
collapsed

into

one shade
of white

every limb
is loose

folding into
itself

she cannot
fly

she will not
swim

she sinks
beyond

my sight
and sound
 Aug 2020 Jen
Benjamin
Differences
 Aug 2020 Jen
Benjamin
Differences are beautiful,
They make us all unique,
Without differences between us,
There'd be no reason to speak,
The cultures that divide us,
Are the same ones that unite,
The people that helped make us,
Are the reason that we fight
A short poem on why differences are what the make the world go round.
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