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  Aug 2016 Bailey
Akira Chinen
Burning butterflies at the end of time
Watching wings turn to ash
And dreams embrace death
The flicker of the flame
Whispering a dead lovers name
Stars hold their breath
As they wish they could become fish
Lost at sea in tranquil blue
Quench their fire for a moments rest
A chance to sleep and a chance to dream
Of butterflies with burning wings
To take their place in midnight skies
So they could sleep until the end of time
Bailey Aug 2016
None of the others compare
to the one we shared
last night.
Bailey Aug 2016
I can make it home.
No I can't.
Cross the street, to the park.
Do my stuff, walk back out.
Aww, cute dog!
Walk over to pet.
"His name is Frodo".
Little girl.
"I love that name".
Pet some more.
"It's Delia's birthday".
She thinks I'm part of the party?
"That's nice".
Pet some more.
"Did you see her open her presents?"
Cute.*
"No, I'm just passing through".
Make my way, to the swings.
c:
  Aug 2016 Bailey
Eriko
I've been asked
did you find love?
and I say yes, I did
with the pink glow of a sunset
the smell of salt in the oceans
and the way the cold, blue water
breathes like a weeping accordion
strangely sad which strikes at the core
I found love
in the art of storytelling
in stringing words together
I can climb to a treetop
and yell on the top of my lungs
I am an architect!
I construct words to compose
the most beautiful stories
I analyze and measure,
feel the weight of it
on the tip of my tongue
I fell head over heels
for the visual arts,
for the literacy of colors,
for the symphony of form and shape
for paint to transcend
human imagination
I fell in love,
I am still in love
with chocolate and blueberries,
with pillows and books,
with laughter and road trips,
with peculiar imagination,
with many, sublime things
but mostly I fall in love
with moments and memories
I can share
with others
  Aug 2016 Bailey
Samm Marie
To love her big fat piggy heart
It's almost impossible not to actually
She's so filled with life
And no regret
I sure love her
With my little igloo penguin heart
Bailey Aug 2016
I'm an early-late bloomer
.
white golden
.
I can't live like this, I can't die as nothing
.
I wear my heart on my stained, over-stretched, hand-me-down sleeve
.
**** me for wanting to shave my face and not my legs
.
sleep is exhausting
.
pain
.
nipping-nagging-at-me-all-around-me
.
sun, excitement, fun!
.
when pretty is ugly and ugly is pretty
.
I feel light and airy when they're around
.
August is coming and I'm not ready
.
maybe hold my hand? But please don't touch my leg like that
.
maybe people die because they think they have to
.
I could wrap your voice around me and sleep in it all night long
.
premium ice cream
.
I want to go to the hundred acre woods with you
.
we weren't supposed to know this much
.
"where are you going?" "crazy."
.
why am I so in love with you?
.
unilateral
.
here we go
.
Little lines from each day (or few days apart) in July. There's no theme, just emotions.
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