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  Apr 2015 cv
Seán Mac Falls
Pesticide is man
Knowing bumblebees can smell
Withering flowers
  Apr 2015 cv
Juan Minaaaaaa
I like to look
out the window
and count how
many rooms stay
lit
after midnight,
on a sunday night.
how many souls
breathe
despair & anxiety.
how many people
lay
and execrate their
following morning shift.
how many people's
child keeps them
zombified
at night.
how many people
just
don't care...
it's 2 in the morning,
and it's
nice being me.
  Apr 2015 cv
Haley Lorish
With my mouth taped shut, and my hands *******,
my feet shackled down, anxiety pushes me
to my own bewildered hell. Where endless
oceans break along a coast of shame

Her eyes hold no emotion and her heart
holds a lifeless tune. But nothing will
ever beat her devilish dress woven from
the stolen sanity of the prey she lurks at night.

She tears at my skin as I fall deeper in.
Pity means nothing to her exuberant claws.
My fears engraved in her malicious mind.
Her icy breath lingers. A puppet to her world.

My thoughts reek of burnt molasses,
drowning hope in their viciousness. I choke
on the screams that will never escape as
utter helplessness buckles my knees

water in my lungs, my eyes are stinging red
while I’m drowning in my mind again
  Apr 2015 cv
Chris
.

Enchanting the season
offered for free
Walking along
just you and me

Sonnets of springtime
afloat on the breeze
Harmonic ripples
to tickle the trees

Hummingbird wishes
of garden delight
Rose petal flutters
neath skies ever bright

Irises blooming,
lavender too
Sunrise concertos,
wondrous the view

Surrounded by beauty,
these days we spend
Falling in love
*all over again
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