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 Aug 2016 Claire Marie
Thomas
We go to the mall,
She has me try on a bra,
She asks me what cup size I am,
"10 I guess, that's my shoe size"
We laugh and the store clerk looks bewildered,
We leave empty handed but our minds filled with memories,
We feed each other sushi,
Seeing who can handle the most wasabi sauce on one sushi roll,
We laugh as we chug green tea,
The store owners look mortified,
But are pleased by the huge tip,
I lead her to a shoe store where we find the best fitting shoe of the opposition gender,
She laughs as I try to walk in stilettos,
She just wears sneakers,
I break them,
We pay the owner and don't keep them,
I had fun today,
I think she did too her eyes tell me all.
It's a poem
Wisdom is gained through
Subtle intuition ~ love
Experiences.
 Aug 2016 Claire Marie
Kim Elaydo
She wishes
for the moon
to shine radiance
upon her
jaded skin

She wishes
for the sun
to burn roses
upon her
sharp cheeks

She wishes
for the stars
to shine glitters
into her
bloodshot eyes

She wishes
for him
to find
her beautiful
meet me in vietnam
he said
adventures await us
the world ahead
meet me in vietnam

don't wait the year
he said
I can't wait that long
don't wait the year

watch the stars with me
he said
stars are far
but I'll be close
watch the stars with me

you're beautiful
he said
a galaxy above
but looked at me
you're beautiful
instead of
watch the stars with me

meet me in vietnam
he said
the stars are the same
he said
you're beautiful
he said
meet me in vietnam
Indirectly,
Timidly, yet
Clearly
Making plans and
Testing waters.
must resist the urge to burst into song every five seconds.
Even a flower
Can grow from something
That was once burned to ash

                                       Alysia Marie 2016 ©
We all have the potential to grow from our previous self and bring light to a moment that was once dull
 Aug 2016 Claire Marie
Melissa
it's not that special

what i do

because all i do

is put down

words

that sound cool:

nacreous

adulation

effervescence

narcissistic

imbrogli­o

divine

haphazard



there's no rhythm

in what i say

all i'm doing

is breaking

lines

and adding

s p a c e s



sometimes

(yes, sometimes)

i put my words

(in these)

in things we call parentheses

and sometimes

(yes, sometimes)

i repeat myself

and call it

emphasis

(emphasis)



on occasion

I might rhyme

but that takes thought

and that takes time

cat, hat, bat

late, hate, date

fat, gnat, mat

mate, fate, eight



sometimes syllables

can help your flow sound better

much like a haiku



if i talk about angst

death, love, and self-hate

(cliche topics)

it's deep

but my favorite

poem i ever

wrote

was about bacon



and god forbid

i capitalize

because that would mean

it didn't look artsy

THIS IS NOT OKAY

Neither is this.

no punctuation

at all



people say my poetry

is beautiful

that I follow all the rules

but I didn't know there

were rules

to follow

really all I do

is put random words

random phrases

in random patterns

and call it art
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