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 Aug 2017 Idk
sophia
The Photograph
 Aug 2017 Idk
sophia
Chin pointed to the clouds,
her face
following the soft sunset
saddened by the disappearing daylight
as if she will loose a sense of hope
when the sun
goes down.
Pineapple and Malibu
stains the bottom of her cup
that she stole not seconds ago
from the bar on the corner.
Oh my love,
how she doesn’t care to live
doesn’t fear consequences.
Face still scrunched up with disappointment
as if I need to convince her to stay-
her thoughts flowing out of her head
into the skies above her.
She observes them,
Dark blue
Reds
Orange
Hints of purple.
Eyes sunken,
fists full of cloth
arms around her knees.
She turns to me suddenly,
breaking the flow
of her daydream.
Only 18,
hiding behind that baby face.
The only color left
in her big blue eyes
is the white of her pupils
in the moon lit
cigarette winds.
“Do you want to get out of here?”,
the words escape her mouth as she
looks for reasons to stay
checking under the table,
rustling through her bag.
But she’s tired of
knowing not which way to go.
So taking off for the night,
escaping her worries for one more day,
she sighs
and gets up,
only taking with her
the sand on her feet.

Sophia Hadeshian
 Aug 2017 Idk
sophia
Your shoe is untied, the nervous man said.
Your shoe is untied, the nervous man said.
Perched on the park bench, coffee breath.
Perched on the park bench, coffee breath.
Bench said, shoe is untied breath.
Perched the, your on the coffee nervous man.

I see through the trees a young building grows.
I see through the trees a young building grows.
And emerald trees and topaz skies brighten its youth.
And emerald trees and topaz skies brighten its youth.
Trees youth the trees young skies building grows.
And emerald the through, young it’s and, topaz brighten I see young.

The nicotine fresh, second-hand smoke.
The nicotine fresh, second-hand smoke.
Clouds the buildings lungs too early for it to care.
Clouds the buildings lungs too early for it to care.
The smoke to care too fresh early.
For hand clogs nicotine buildings clouds the it lungs the.  

Their shoes will always be untied, I always nervous.
Scratched knee on the park bench,
Reassuring coffee breath.
Emerald and topaz brightens the eyes of youth,
Second-hand smoke, they cough.
I care too much, we say good-bye to the building.
 Aug 2017 Idk
sophia
full moon
 Aug 2017 Idk
sophia
my sheets know your secrets
my pillows, your thoughts
my blanket misses your warmth
and i,
i miss your touch
 Aug 2017 Idk
Sabrina
I am empty
 Aug 2017 Idk
Sabrina
I am bones
& blood
& dust.
I am water
& skin
& teeth.
I am physical.
I am not more.
I am empty.

My bones a cage of which the birds were let out long ago.
My heart a vessel that long since has sank.
The walls of my mind vandalized by those not invited.
My skin a cardboard box torn to shreds & left out in the rain.
It is cold here.
I am empty.

I have nothing left to give.
Nothing left to pay you with.
Please, go.
 Aug 2017 Idk
Shaxy
M.T.
 Aug 2017 Idk
Shaxy
Is this how Empty feels like?
Perhaps,
I have spent too much time,
and energy,
pouring my heart and soul out
into every **** thing
that I had ever loved.
**** this.
Blindfolded,
I can identify  
The rhythm
Of his beating heart,

It beats in-tune with mine,
A perfect duet,
Just like it did
From the very start.

Blindfolded,
I can identify  
His chest,
The chest that encapsulates
My heart,

His contour,
The unique scent of his skin,
Every pore that makes him "Him!"
~ A handsome, ineffable masterpiece;
My priceless statue
Of fine art.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
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