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 Jun 2014 Becca
paper boats
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 Jun 2014 Becca
paper boats
We were never meant to be.
The poetry I wrote,
**You didn't read.
 Jun 2014 Becca
Lani Foronda
it feels more bitter than sweet
when i close my eyes and remember
those autumn months.
we became like the leaves,
falling down as the wind shook us.
and oh, how we fell.
we fell in love
while falling apart.
December02,2013
 Jun 2014 Becca
Lani Foronda
It's not as much butterflies in my stomach anymore.
They've migrated to my throat,
Choking me off.
I want to say something beautiful
Paint a picture of eloquence that would take your breath away,
But apparently I'm the one lacking air.
What used to fill my whole being with a flush anticipation
Has caused a fickle for my respiration.
Under the cluster of wings in my throat
I feel each movement-
The hum of so called life
(But will I still be living when I lack air?).
These butterflies have lone gone from wonderful and turned
Disastrous.
It makes me wonder how something so beautifully fragile could turn so
Deadly.
January16,2014/June24,2014
 Jun 2014 Becca
Diana C
Last time
 Jun 2014 Becca
Diana C
And last night my lips melted into a boy,
Who only wanted 7 minutes in heaven
But kept my mind in hell the morning after.
And the weeks to follow.
How was I to know that disguises were not just made for high school plays.
How was I to know what exists in sweet brown eyes and golden hair.
My parents warned me about drugs and getting run over by fast paced cars, but never about the addictive  feeling you give me when I think of you and the fast paced beats my heart makes when you lie about loving me. I really wish I could fool myself into believing you just for a kiss longer.
Slow it down
breathe me in,
deeply.
Eyes closed,
skin touching,
slowly stirring,
heat rising.

Watch me want you,
feel me need you,
let tender touches bring thunder
as deep kisses bring rain.

Let your slow hands
feather-light, stone strong
trace shivers
down my supple spine,
as clustered kisses please.

Let our bodies meet
with the grace of angels
as sainted flesh
slowly, silently, succumbs
to sacred sensation
and time silently slips away.
 Jun 2014 Becca
Amanda
Hiccups
 Jun 2014 Becca
Amanda
You fill my chest

with

little
hiccups

of
happiness.

I hope you know that.
Hello sunshine!
Hope you enjoyed this little nonsensical piece!
 Jun 2014 Becca
Sean Critchfield
You know in the late afternoon when the light turns gold and bronze? And it seeps into windows in striking shafts that look like oil paint? And thousands of little points of light flutter and dance in it like tiny angels? Yeah... That... That is how you make me feel.
 Jun 2014 Becca
Wesley Williams
Alone on an island
Lost in deep space
Your ship on the horizon
A faint glimmer of
your distant star
 Jun 2014 Becca
Wesley Williams
A beautiful woman
is the most difficult
equation you will
never solve
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