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 Jun 2015
Chris
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In sonnets on a moonlit night
across the heavens oh so far
Melodically in soothing sounds
while wishing on a falling star

Neath wispy clouds of charcoal mist,
horizons painted sunset glow
wafting softly on a breeze
gently in a tranquil flow

Serenades ‘pon velvet sky,
harmonically this weary eve
Affection played of every wish,
lullabies in twilight key

So find these lyrics I now pen
flowing from my heart so deep
To comfort you in whispered words
*this evening as you fall asleep
Good night Beautiful
 Jun 2015
Anshul
In the chasteness of seabirds,
i will rise,
i will break the mountains apart,
for i am what was
what is
and what will be
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
alive with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
 Jun 2015
Tracey Katz
When the sea is blue glass brightling
and no secrets haunt its depths
I watch your yellow laughter as it sails beyond me
and does not look back

When the fields are busy with greening
I feel your hands, lazily skimming
the tall grass blades, waist height
As you languidly stride past me
Your gaze not falling behind

When the purple dusk air is full
Of vermillion butterfly wings
I see you turn slow circles, your face towards the sky
Spinning ever beyond me

I saw the grey-black thunderheads and the tang of ozone
Silver-violet forks of heaven's anger
Scarred the earth beneath
The seas foamed and swelled, thunderous with ire
All gossamer things scattered, scared

And I saw you, turning
A question in your eyes;
But
I will not be your haven
The arms you reach for in the dark
You turn from me in sunlight
Fleeing like a dust-mote, away

I will not be your haven
Unless ...
You promise me you'll stay.
 Jun 2015
ryn
Under the grieving moon
we whispered secrets long kept.
Beneath the roaring waves
that drowned us as...
we quietly wept.

We spoke in hushed tones
of promises made to last.
Our cracked voices
melded with the echoes of a time...
of a fond memory in the past.

Water in our mouths
with words we jousted and lunged.
Heard only as hapless gurgles
and inaudible whimpers.
Unparried speculations
unsheathed and then plunged.

We cupped our wounds and retreated
knowing that we each drew blood.
We kissed with our eyes,
broke down walls
and welcomed the flood.

We wiped our cheeks
now smeared hot with tears.
Where did we err?
Who do we blame...
for dishevelled years?

We would never know...
but we must learn.
Time had shown us our mistakes
but our hearts had taught us
eternal love that burns.
 Jun 2015
Lucy Tonic
This may serve no purpose
I don't wanna make you nervous
I just wanna make you think
Summer will be over before you blink

You see, I am just a pile of ashes, trying to rise from the floor
And you are just a magician playing with your trap doors
Revolving as I'm dissolving as you're evolving

Well I went searching for big bad love
When a demon landed on my doorstep with a thud
It told me not to worry 'bout the cosmic hierarchy
My lotus flower angel's still stuck in the mud
And Philomena wasn't around to catch me when I fell down
So I dove into the fires of the moon's cold underground

All the colors and the echoes of my dreams resided there
All my superwomen and all my nightmares
You casually say, let's go downtown
But I'm not a free agent, I am bound
By a force you could never understand
So please don't take my photograph, just take my hand

But I don't wanna make you nervous
And I probably don't deserve this
I am just trying to make you think
Before this pen runs out of ink
 Jun 2015
Lucy Tonic
There's a mirror on the dashboard
But I can't see myself
Driving blindly through a fog
Created by the sun's wealth

I know I should have known better
When the traffic light changed
To match the color of the drum
Beating inside my cage

Anything is possible
Or am I just displaced
A refraction of air and heat
And the loss of genuine grace

Free me from these illusions
The chimera and the apparition
But let me keep imagining
Don't take away the inverted visions

There's a mirror in the desert
My thirsty soul marches through windy sands
I hope to find relief in water
But it's just a cactus with a pocket watch
 Jun 2015
Lucy Tonic
My eyes walk the tightrope
In the shadows of a dancing flame
This feeling is fresh and fleeting
I know nothing will ever be the same
It's the pure and ***** black clean
It's climbing up a dying starbeam
It's the difference between a wish and a dream

(Back against the wall
Awaiting the crucifixion
Feeling the thunder and tasting the bolts
Listening to Band of Horses' diction)
 Jun 2015
Rapunzoll
Your sun stroked fingers
smooth my dusted galaxies
spoiling orbiting blues
with swipes of stardust.

You kiss meteors, murmur
how you savored snippets
of Jupiter's moons in the
spaces of a poetic eclipse.

Adorning Saturn's rings
in your nebulous tombs,
rekindling your smile with
flames of lovers past.

The memory is still buried
within my core, a pounding
resonance that evokes the bloom
of summers kiss on Earth.

A welcome release for the
nights wandering stars.
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 Jun 2015
Ami Shae
I wanted to crawl back underneath the bed
and hide my aching swollen head
never allow the light to find my eyes
just lay here forever til I die
and forget that I have a life waiting for me
cause this pain is just too brutal -- it's all I can see...

BUT!

hiding from the pain underneath the bed
is not an option, so what I'll do instead
is get my *** up off this cold hard floor
and put my clothes on, walk out that door
and make the best of this so called new day
and hope that I can at least smile along my way...
some days it's just hard to get moving and face the fact that I have to be a part of the real world...oh well...here I go...
Maybe it was the way I told you.
I rolled my sexuality off the tongue
like sweet milk and honey.
Saying it so casually
I might as well have hands stuck
between pockets of worn in grey sweatpants
complimented with a deep v that goes
down to my belly button.
I said it like the spoken version
of a sticky note
written with my best chicken scratch.
I guess I didn't say it with any more girth
because I felt like I didn't have to.
The picture in my head was
like a short silent film from the 1920's
that only needed two cards
to show what we were saying.
The first saying "I'm not straight",
the second saying "Okay."
Okay as in that's totally normal.
Okay as in I'm happy you've found yourself
Okay as in I'm glad you're comfortable with your sexuality.
Okay as in not a celebration or a witch hunt.
I was not expecting what came after.
Telling me that I was just trying to fit in.
That I didn't know myself well enough.
That I'm a liar.
That I can't be attracted to every gender.
That I'm selfish.
That I had to wait for the "right man".
Comments pouring onto me like a cold shower
entering old wounds
that stung with every syllable
and you got mad when I wanted to get out of the bath
Of course I would get upset
with words trying to make me
disregard the day when I found myself
after long nights
of locking myself under bed sheets
feeling confused and not knowing
how to answer questions I'd ask myself in the mirror.
In someways I don't blame you.
You didn't hear the past in my voice.
You didn't hear the storm
only the calm winds.

But it still hurt,
because these bitter words
flowed from the people
who were supposed to love and support me the most.
 Jun 2015
Chris
~

O’ sunrise, yon orchid shimmer’d glow
I pray, heed my humble plea,
cast your light o’er sleeping fields
a’ flow of gold leaf mist
illumined ‘pon sweet breeze whispers,
so that my love shall awaken
amidst the splendor of
honeycomb essence driftings
gently caressing her face,
warming her rose petal skin,
lifting her parfait smile
so I too may bask in the impeccable
*beauty of this morning
Good morning beautiful

* Parfait in French means Flawless
 Jun 2015
a wildfire
your lips are like the gods.
storm born. raging. your eyes created from the longest of winters.
filled with heat that
no
mortal
man
could ever keep. it bellows down inside of you. beckoning, swollen
up with flies from last nights ****.

this world gives you nothing.
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