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 Jul 2015 WNG
Shanijua
Hey, old flame! There you burn once again,
Some wood in my fireplace and a cigar lit, burning red and sparking orange.
My blood runs with new excitement for maybe now there stands a chance.

The doctors checked my smile that rumbled with contentment for the months passed, joy didn't last, and my hands shook so bad, a pen couldn't be held.

You and I, wood and gold, sent shivers through my mind, a reoccurring fantasy I never dreamed to forget. You were always mine from the beginning, baby, your fire just had to be lit.
 Jul 2015 WNG
Dangle
Do you think life is unfair?
Do you think we are worth it?
Do you think there's still hope?
Yes.
No.
Who knows?

But maybe there's still hope
Maybe there's still star amidst the dark sky
Maybe there's still sun beyond the dark clouds
Maybe there's still a flower in spite of the winter
Or maybe, just maybe, we are too stuck up to notice everything
Maybe, we're  just too busy to notice that the rain had stopped falling

Perhaps, there's still hope

Perhaps, like flowers, we will bloom
Maybe not now, but a little bit soon
Perhaps, like stars, we'll bright again
So bright that we can no longer see the end
Perhaps we'll find the light that we're longing for
I don't know when, but I know it's worth the soar.
You might be in a dark place right now but sooner or later, you'll find the light. It seems like you won't but you will.
 Jul 2015 WNG
Maryrose Alarcos
Could you give me a clue?
Because I'm utterly confused
Do you feel this burning heat
Consuming my heartbeat?
I do hope so
Do your lips curl upwards
At the sight of this girl?
I do hope so
Do you like her
As much I do to you?
I really do hope so
 Jul 2015 WNG
Victoria Kelleher
Is it good enough to say I'm sorry?
Because it hasn't been before
And I have lost trust in the system
That's held me down and will keep me down more.

There's a little bit of anticipation
And even more fear of demise;
I just can't help but be afraid of
The colors in your eyes.

Well the rhetoric stands and I stand accused:
I'm a bit out of practice and I'm a bit too into you.
I have way too much to say and not enough time
But I can't help it, "I'm yours, what's mine?"

They call us hopeless romantics
And sometimes we get lost
In far too general opinions
And far too many far-away thoughts.

First time I saw her she was on a balcony
Like Romeo and Juliet.
I wish I never looked away from the stage
'Cause last time I saw her she was dead.

Now that you know more about me than I do about you,
It's about time for a second glance.
You can just relax and regret and I'll turn your head
Whenever I think I'm something worth seeing.

I'm flawed; there's a few remnants of abuse
And I'm not very good at saying sorry
But I already love you more than you do -
And if that's not enough I'll try even harder
I already feel your pain more than you can
And if you disagree I'll say I lied.
Anything but, "You're yours, I'm mine."
 Jul 2015 WNG
Graff1980
Inspiring
 Jul 2015 WNG
Graff1980
I have been coddling you in swaddling cloth
Speaking while gently critiquing your lack of truth seeking
Holding half of my heart in so I can let you begin
To be better than what you see and believe
I have been daydreaming and scheming
With verses, stanzas, lines, and pages
Simplifying while truth lying
Taking a creative license to inspire  
Before the lighted fire expires within you
Making my milk sour in disappointment
Seeing days end and more tragedies begin
But still struggling to believe in the human
There is an acrid odor amongst us
A bitter taste that tightens the tongue
But I am not done
The light in me will see how splendid we can be
And in my poetry I will show you how to be
As beautiful as I know you can be
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