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 May 2013 Night Owl
Carlo Mark
wallowing in sadness
highlights regret.

basking in glee
leads you to happiness.

To have a second chance
at life,
a redo, soft reset.

To change one thing to make
it good
a turn, three words.

A life not lived
yet constantly craved.

Parallel, yet,
better,
kinder,
happier.

A world where a touch
needs no liquid courage.

No kiss is a slip
of judgement.

A society that loves all.
Parents that support you.


What if?
every night.

What would I change?
if I had the right.

Where would we be?
if you won the fight.

wallowing in sadness,
hooked on the past.
what if? and who?
forever it lasts.
Silence
Is not aloud.
 Mar 2013 Night Owl
Leah Ward
If you are defeated,
Fall victim to desideratum;
You should achieve. Together
We can consummate your
Greatest accomplishments as
We take account of others' deeds.

If you are lonely,
Find yourself forlorn;
You can find company in me
To be not so lonesome.
Together we will be where we belong.

If you are ill,
Stricken with disease;
We can cope with the mortal glow
of your grin as pestilent germs
Infect our infectious yearning.

If you are hungry,
Starved with empty and lack;
You should eat.
And if you are tired,
You should sleep.
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
 Mar 2013 Night Owl
Suzanne Penn
I miss...
missing you
chasing you
wishing for you
to wish for me.

I miss...
excitedly telling you
who I am
and who I wish to be.

I miss...
not knowing
when I would see you
hold you
exhale your breath.

I love us now...
don't misunderstand...
but the anticipation
and the adventure
at times get over-powered
by the day.

I miss...
our breathless
creativity
and the almost violent need
to be close.
 Dec 2012 Night Owl
B
Fish food
 Dec 2012 Night Owl
B
Swim to me aquatic lover
Tell me what it's like deep down
Your eloquence unbeknownst to you
I promise you will always be beautiful to me

I'd like to make a bungalow in your head
Maybe just for a while
Pack your troubles along with me
Take the burden off your dorsal
Keep you afloat

Whenever you feel like just a small fish in your vast blue perspective
Know that you have filled the space between my lungs
With an elixir all your own
Your salt water will never fully evaporate from my soul
Without you I will have to rely on air
Experiencing you was the best kind of drowning
 Dec 2012 Night Owl
eatmorewords
I was sitting on a train with my pad and a pen, trying to write a poem. I had no title, but I had written down the first line

...I was sitting on a train with my pad...

A man sat opposite me.
After a minute or so of scanning his paper and throwing cursory looks in my direction
he enquiried "What are you writing?"

"I'm trying to write a poem about a man trying to write a poem on a train
who gets asked by a stranger 'what are you writing'.

"Can I be in it?", asked the stranger opposite.

"You already are", I replied.

The train pulled out of the station.
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