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 Sep 2018 trf
Carlyy
Forever Me
 Sep 2018 trf
Carlyy
I am quiet.
Soft spoken.
A woman of few words.
My voice is still.
My mind is loud.
My thoughts generate words and meanings a million different ways.

“Think before you speak” they say. Probably why I don’t speak much.

If you must label me,
Label me, Me.
I hate labels and the adjectives that usually follow. I may be a quiet person but that doesn’t define me. I am so much mire. I feel so much more.
 Sep 2018 trf
r
FEMA Dreama
 Sep 2018 trf
r
Although I can’t prove it,
I think most poets work
for FEMA, writing good
lines on the side of homes.

This poem is asleep, so
don’t yell at it, waking it up;
leave it alone letting it dream.
;).  Coming Thursday to your Mobile Phones, like it or not:

"Presidential Alert: THIS IS A TEST of the National Wireless Emergency Alert System. No action is needed."

No action needed, this is ONLY a test.  Yep. Just ask the good people of Puerto Rico.   Wonder where the all  CAPS idea came from?
 Sep 2018 trf
r
Heart of sky
 Sep 2018 trf
r
Tonight Hunraqan
roams the night
lifting the shroud
of dark clouds
so the moon can peek
down  on my long dreams
of water, and the mystery
of sleep; I am tranquil
one eye open, thankful
for the respite of brief light
while somewhere a plank
floats east to the Atlantic
carrying a forgotten book
of the K'iche' Maya language
with my name inscribed
just inside, I sigh, oh why
heart of my sky, why?
Wikipedia:  Huracan[1] (/ˈhʊrəkən, ˈhʊrəˌkɑːn/; Spanish: Huracán; Mayan languages: Hunraqan, "one legged"), often referred to as U K'ux Kaj, the "Heart of Sky",[2] is a K'iche' Maya god of wind, storm, fire and one of the creator deities who participated in all three attempts at creating humanity.[3] He also caused the Great Flood after the second generation of humans angered the gods. He supposedly lived in the windy mists above the floodwaters and repeatedly invoked "earth" until land came up from the seas.*
 Sep 2018 trf
Madisen Kuhn
i could be that girl
whose voice is low and melodic
and coats your mouth with
acacia honey
whose eyes are the color
and depth of
midnight
whose presence is thick like
new york summers
rosy like
los angeles in early spring
if i braid flowers into my hair
if i write enough poems
if i learn to show the skin of my essence
but remain an abyss—
i will stop making art
when i become it
 Sep 2018 trf
Kimberly
I am losing my passion to fear
Slowly succumbing, steadily sinking
Safety is a pin bursting a balloon
That is too cowardly to float
To be so faraway untethered
So shakily afraid of the unfamiliar
It would endure the blandness
The dullness
Of the safe and the known and the nothing
But the emptiness
That accompanies the dull ache
Is heavier than fear
And stronger still
Is the wind, the will
To taste the clouds
And touch the sky
It cuts clean off the string.
When I am feeling too cozy in my comfort zone, I make myself move by thoughts of the emptiness in my chest and how heavily it weighs me down. There is soooo much goodness in the world I want to taste it all.
 Sep 2018 trf
Kimberly
We followed the melody into the forest
Sweet song slowly soaking through
We envied our ears
That danced with the notes
And followed the keys like stones
Laid out into the woods
Speakers formed from the hollows
The earth beneath our feet
Thrummed with the bass
Hummed with the voices
So lost into the forest we go
When the voices formed
Into ethereal dancers
We stared
We were afraid but we saw
Art that swayed and breathed
And glowed
With graceful hands they offered
Gilded cups filled to the brim
Our very own melody
Should we choose to be
Into this forest and never go
For one second we thought
But that was all it took
With parched throats
We followed the melody into the forest
And never looked back
After the very last drop
I’ve always believed in fairies, and the very possibility of them existing is fascinating to me. Maybe I wouldn’t mind staying once I’ve followed the music they’re playing.
 Sep 2018 trf
Emmalee
Feed me
Those pretty lies
About how
You believed in me
Wanted me
Loved me

They all keep me begging for more.
Grab me in your arms and place your hands upon my hips. Oh, those fingertips.
 Sep 2018 trf
Emmalee
Exhaling O's
 Sep 2018 trf
Emmalee
I once thought
That being in love
Was better than
Being alone

And then I realized
That with love
Sometimes comes tears
And an empty bed at night

Oh what a world it would be
If love could exist
Without any sadness
Any insanity

A blooming of cold nights
And cigarette smoke
Tend to be what love is
To me

And with you
I have found love
But have also learned
That love is not what I thought it would be
What ever happened to the honeymoon phase?
 Sep 2018 trf
Elliot Bardo
Grey
 Sep 2018 trf
Elliot Bardo
Where I live,
Just a short walk away
A field, at night,
I hide away
And the stars glow
To mark their stay
But tonight, the clouds...

It’s all just grey
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