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 Oct 2018 Buddy T
E. E. Cummings
let’s live suddenly without thinking

under honest trees,
                        a stream
does.the brain of cleverly-crinkling
-water pursues the angry dream
of the shore. By midnight,
                                a moon
scratches the skin of the organised hills

an edged nothing begins to prune

let’s live like the light that kills
and let’s as silence,
                            because Whirl’s after all:
(after me)love,and after you.
I occasionally feel vague how
vague idon’t know tenuous Now-
spears and The Then-arrows making do
our mouths something red,something tall
 Feb 2018 Buddy T
Juni Notte
I'm tired of feeling this way
just wanna play the ukulele
while sailing away
on a small little raft
to a faraway place
where all I can do
is watch my friend
rise and fall on these blue ocean waves
I'm tired of feeling this way
just wanna escape
just wanna sail away
with my little ukulele
to a place no one can find
 May 2017 Buddy T
Lizz Parkinson
There's something to be said about
Seeing your face for the first time in years and knowing

That smile

It's still for me.
 Mar 2017 Buddy T
Jennifer Weiss
Dear California,
We must be meant to be.
I hear songs about you,
and I know they're sung just for me.
And in the night of waiting,
I long to be with thee.
I'm hesitating,
but I know you're for me.

I'll take you once a year,
if that's all I can have.
In my heart you're so dear,
I can't wait to come back.
Even while I'm there.
Oh, California
It must be in the air.
Dear California,
I'll meet you there.
Wait for me California.
I'll be with there someday.
 Mar 2017 Buddy T
Raven
The play
 Mar 2017 Buddy T
Raven
The earth lays on a turtles back—
flat
and the stars are hung up by invisible string
blending into the background
and the humans act everyday
until
the red of the sun ends the show
and the gods applaud
behind the curtains of blood!
 Mar 2017 Buddy T
Leah Anne
Her eyes were made of stars,
And yours, a black hole.
Whenever she looks at you
She sees her own death.

November 28, 2015. 1:30am
Troublesome love . . .

will not let you sleep . . .

Sort of like a basketball game . . .

Questions are bounced mad and furiously
against the hard wood floor with only
more questions bouncing back .

Meanwhile someone is trying to steal
your dreams causing you to twist and turn distorting your image .

And you fight your way down
the court of life and toss your hopes and
dreams into the air and pray to God . . .
go in.
 Dec 2016 Buddy T
Sydney Marie
Love is selfish.
Love is not a game to be played or won.
It is a selfish act.
And boy,
You make me want to be on center stage.
Happy Holidays to those who are celebrating this week. I wish you all a safe and lovely time with friends and loved ones.
 Dec 2016 Buddy T
Meenakshi Iyer
there was no past
to remember,
and forget,
there is no future,
to long for,
and wait,
there is no present,
to consider,
and let go,
there is nothing
to honestly think about
anymore,

yet when you walk past,
my eyes wonder,
did you hear my desire
in the sigh of breath
that left my lips
and make their way
to yours

you make no sense,
but you are fire
and I've been cold
for far too long.
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