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 May 2015 Rose
Andrew Tinkham
I'm so sad I'm sadder than this
My underwear smells like the pizza I ate
I don't expect you to give me a kiss
I open my window and pretend to feel great.

I'm so bad I'm sadder than this
Drained down in gluttony I'm a stuck pig
Oh well, I'm dreaming, isn't that what they say?
Guess I'll just get up and have another day.

I'm so rad but I'm sadder than this
Still not waiting for your soft kiss
I've been looking for a new accomplice
Pass me
A season
If you wanna
Exist.

How happy they are when they start.
And how sick of them I am when they go.
I'm playing with your everything
But I
Can't find your heart.
Sometimes I know that it shows.

I'm just a lad but I'm sadder than this
Sometimes I know, you just
Waited too long
To listen
To that Syd Barrett album
All by yourself

But in the sad town...
My underwear smells like the pizza I ate;
The kiss I can't have is so soft...
That's alright; I'll kiss the sky;
That's okay; I'll take it off...
 May 2015 Rose
Andrew Tinkham
I wanna give the universe something tough to digest.
I see it with a ******* up look on its face.
Puzzle the universe
Be like me.

I wanna create a gazillion variants of myself.
Each one degree further removed from the last.
Get in line now
Be more like me.

I wanna dissolve the unsurety left over from a thousand
Races that have died out.
Know yourself
Fight the knowledge.

I want to invade the space left by your mind when it rushed
Out to find itself.
Mommy left you
Never forget it.

I want to condition the part of you that takes care of plants
But forgets to turn the light off.
Darkness is a blessing
Only if you let it.

I want to take aim at the eternal you and forever change it.
You are cascading now.
How does it feel
You restless thumb sucker.

You want me to change you, feed you, and take you outside.
I am your new mom.
Momma's gonna buy you
A mocking bird.

You want harassment, a harness, an igloo, and idioms.
I am the fire that will melt them all.
Listen to me
Your time has come.
 May 2015 Rose
Left Foot Poet
If she didn't color her hair,
what color would it be,
I ask,
making early morning holiday
bed talk

Gray, she replies

disputation, I say,
for I see yet much
brune underneath,
nary a single hairy grayling

smiling with affection,
she salutates:

appearances of a changeling,
perhaps,
I am or always be,


like one of your new poems,
using old words for new colors,
my rainbow always ends,

decorating our bed
 May 2015 Rose
JS
Flaws
 May 2015 Rose
JS
Big ears
Small nose
Frizzy hair
Chubby thighs
Flaws,
Scars on legs
Birthmarks on arms
Small *****
Flaws,
Flaws are nothing to be ashamed of
They are our hidden roadmaps to places only we really know
Embrace every flaw that covers your body
They make you, you.
 May 2015 Rose
Craig Harrison
Heaven
 May 2015 Rose
Craig Harrison
Immense pain shooting from the wound
eyes becoming heavy
anger, hatred, regret and sadness filling the mind
then total darkness, it's like going blind.

Peace, love, happiness had replaced the feelings
anger, hatred, regret and sadness that had filled the mind
A voice in the distance calling out your name
but still no sight, just waves of color washing over the darkness.

The distant voice got closer
images filled the darkness
fields, tress and children playing
beautiful blue sky with multi-colored clouds
animals running free
rivers filled with clear water.

Waterfalls so beautiful, like an artists masterpiece
behind the clouds and the sky, many planets and moons
the planets belong to alien life
the moons are meeting places
the clouds are our homes
and in the distance
the largest mountain you'll ever see
the home of God and his angels.

The voice calls out one last time
"You're finally home"
 May 2015 Rose
Thomas Oak
Sunlit eyes
like autumn pools
We smile over a *** of jasmine tea.
 May 2015 Rose
SøułSurvivør
---

mist
separates
the
fabric
of
sky
and
sea

gulls
stitch
them
­together
again


soulsurvivor
(c) 5/24/2015
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 May 2015 Rose
Steven Muir
I.
Bonfires
and smokey wine,
nothing more than laughter.

II.
Catching burning hot coals is
easy enough when you trust
the person throwing them.

III.
I hate fast cars
I hate waking up and learning
someone has died.
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