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 Jun 2015 Flynn
brandon nagley
Amoral critic's slander me,
None extricate anaology,
Remonstration I do not forwait!!!
                                                         Respite me revered ******,
                                                         Maudlin Utopian,
                                                        ­ Solely narcotic!!!!
I shake just to feel thine presence!!!!

Snug house,
Picket white fence,

With willow to sway the gale!!!!!

A pint of ale,
Of ourn holy concoction,
Space and time conjunction!!!

Paddling with ourn adulation,
Pure infatuation,
                              Weaved in by auspicious voliton!!!

TREPIDATION!!!!!!

Speeds up this schoolboy gusto,
For mine needing's and wanting's groan,

                        For the satin laced imaginative figure!!!
 Jun 2015 Flynn
Austin Martin
1
To
the
moon
We shall
go. Sailing
through the
heavens, while
everyone looks up
and dreams that one
day, they will be here
living among the stars
and enjoying the view.
It is so vast and so dark
and so silent.  But  why
does that feel like free-
dom? Why do we dream
to escape our home and
roam with uncertainty?
We yearn for what we
do not have, and never
take time to appreciate
what we do. Gratitude
is the key to happiness
and the key to survival.
Home is home, on earth
or among the stars. Shall
we look to mars for what
we do not have, or maybe
look further, into Andromeda
and into ourselves. I too dream of
the sky, look up and ponder what we are
missing. The atmosphere so thin and the universe
so wide, what is holding us here? It is not gravity but fear.
We must take a chance,
something that is long
overdue.

-AM
 Jun 2015 Flynn
Shaylyn
You were the moon,
I was just the ocean.

I never could escape your gravitational pull.
My tides, the rise and the fall...
I owed them all to you.

The day you abandoned me,
I stood motionless, paralyzed by your absence.
A vast sea of salt water and emptiness.

Aching to feel your pull once more.
 Jun 2015 Flynn
Summer Jackson
Things are not okay
No matter what you say
Everything is completely wrong
It's been that way for so long
Nothing is ever perfect
And not anything is worth it
Why is the world such a ****** place?
And all the food has a sour taste
Like I've said before
Things are not okay,
No matter what you say
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