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  Jun 2019 Allison
Just Alex
can not be found in the flesh
For as warm it may be
As soft to your fingers it is
It will lay soft and cold eventually

can not be found in gold
Yes, it never loses its luster
But many coins you need to muster
And no number will fill the gap in your soul

can not be found in others
For the laughs may distract
The facade will crack
And still you will be empty inside

ilusive as it may be
It follows you around
It never left
For within you she rest
Waiting to be awoken
And while the rest might feel great
They serve as nothing but crutches
On your own you must stand
If you are to revel
On the pleasures life offers...

To improve one self
To look on path troded
It´s essence

To know there is more
With hunger jump forth
It´s rushes

To balance the mind
With the desire of the heart
It´s key

And once held in hand
You will understand
That happiness flies like a bird
But behind she left
Tranquility
And the knowledge
That you can get it again...
  Jun 2019 Allison
Chris
To think of the countless hours we spent in intimate conversation

The times when I heard you giddy with excitement
The times where sadness leaked out from behind your words

Your voice could feel like a warm blanket on a cold night
as well as it could feel like a dead winter's breeze

We laughed, we cried, and we sang in the car
When we made love your moans would dance through the air

But now when I think of your voice
I can't hear you anymore
  May 2019 Allison
George Cheese
We build our own cages.
We construct fences around our souls.
We scribble on the walls.
We believe this makes us free.

The world can terrify.
But there is nothing worse
than not experiencing life
for the fear of hurting.
  May 2019 Allison
13-17
though coffee never
I could see in the corner
René Magritte, tacitus
handing me the lovers
lovers under a white quilt
he didn't bother
only my fingers
on the tiny postcard
induced the feeling of
evanescence
that night I was alone…
my venerated lover
which down the river flowing
initiated slowly
a strong concupiscence
Concupiscence- such a beautiful word, but with hidden meanings
First time I saw it while reading "One hundred years of solitude" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez & it clicked
  May 2019 Allison
Remus
You are a fool.
In one month's time
I bet you will be
heartbroken.

I warned you
countless times.
I threatened you
more than necessary.

I just want you
to be happy,
but you believe
you love her.

It's a shame really,
that you're this
blinded.

You will not be happy,
all you're doing is
grasping at temporary
affection.

And all temporary affection
leaves you with is
a bad taste
in the back of your
mouth.
  May 2019 Allison
Brandon Cotter
The entirety of our lives
As we strive to coexist
Like a bee amongst hives
In a maze with no exits

Tiptoe along the lines
Of what's right and wrong
We see our future and it's binds
Like the hook to our favorite song

With regrets haunting our dreams
And decisions tempting fate
It's hard to hide the screams
When our emotion runs off hate

In the end when all that's left is love
And our star has lost its light
Our existence will rise above
In this dreary cosmic fight

To have a place in history
Of all wonders and the sublime
And to finally solve this mystery
Of these shackles we call time
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