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 Oct 2016
eunsung aka Silas
expectant waiting
heart adjusting
shifts into
new focus
seeing all
 Oct 2016
Jellyfish
False and insincere...
is this how I've come off to you for so long?
It makes sense considering everything I've done
I hate myself for being that way, and putting you through those things.
 Oct 2016
Doug Potter
I can not find the letter mother left me four days
before her death. I read it once and then placed

it in a cardboard box like you might a dull
knife or a ******* tin. The letter is

a part me, like Van Gogh’s severed
ear was to him. I want the letter

like love or sight; the way bone
                               needs marrow.
 Oct 2016
nivek
pictures emblazoned from mind to tee-shirt
ripped through love and sweat
our skin flakes a witness to our touch
I loved you then and there, naked ******* and curved hips
we fell deep into a drug induced coma for a full ten years
my angled frame nestled within your dream
and my dream welded with yours we sailed the sky
making love with the air we breathed into each others mind
we took another tab and flew away from all the ******* we ever made
and never came back but we said goodbye there, finally, for the last time.
 Oct 2016
Jellyfish
I feel sick inside,
I still want you by my side...
 Oct 2016
Jellyfish
I do sing for you
Even now
The sky is blue
I remember you
I want to call you
To ask if you'd like to meet
Before I go back to the sand-filled
Place on the other side of the nation
Where I'm living now.
But I cannot.
So I'll lay my phone down next to my pillow
And continue sleeping; bitter filled dreaming
 Oct 2016
Jellyfish
I miss our silent conversations
And how we would watch movies
I miss your soft and soothing voice too
But the way I treated you was wrong
I'm sorry for everything I said to you

I really miss you.
 Oct 2016
Kelly Weaver
Time is moving so quickly,
Yet I am so still
Stagnant unlike the breeze flowing through our empty streets,
Yearning for a sign of other life but finding none.
Trapped in a cage of disbelief,
Feeling the ground crumble underneath my feet,
I would be able to breathe if it was more easy
And if the air was a bit less foul.
Far from serendipity,
Far from any epiphany,
I await the blinding morning sun
Unaware that the damage has already been done,
I just want to sleep.
But it's not that easy,
It takes time for things to turn out okay,
And while the minutes and hours blend into days,
I just yearn for something to keep the rain away.
 Oct 2016
phil roberts
In the high sky
Where the air is weak
And full of strangers
Nothing lives for long
Only gypsy-footed drifters
Come here on their way
To who knows where

And this place can only be reached
Without anchor or rudder
Nor even a moral compass
Riding on clouds of smoke
And it's such a long way down
Through falling-about laughter
And blood in the gutter

                                              By Phil Roberts
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