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 Oct 2014
Sarah Mulqueen
^_^
Amongst the vines&mis;;, soft mossy ground under foot&the; smell of rain in the air.
Come.
Get lost with me in this magical land where the catipilars are bright and allseeing.
Come.
Get lost with me where i'll give you a little piece of me & open up a door for you to see into the depths of me.
I'm slipping down a rabbit hole.
I hope you'll be there to catch me when I fall.
 Oct 2014
bekka walker
Melted and mixed into your body,
my insides shake.
In the way that tickles the pieces of stardust sneaking along my blood.
The breeze of your breath on my neck blows the gray locked away out of my bones.
I've longed to remember what I felt like in color; so my veins comply to your touch and send splashes onto my skin like a canvas dry for paint.
Your kiss is a dangerous whirlwind that will soon blow away with a piece of me.
And your love is a looming tempest.
I'll gladly give myself up for your breeze.
 Oct 2014
SG Holter
The guys from the demolishing
Team accidently broke a door
In the basement.

Things happen, but this door was
From the original building; built
In 1920. Covering it in bubble wrap

And writing HANDLE WITH CARE
All over it didn't help. The
Lithuanians were in a hurry;  

No match for a speeding BobCat.
I carried the corpse out to the
Container, and thought to myself:

I'm gonna be the last man to ever
Knock on this *******...

I set it down (the oak thing was a

Good 95 years old), and wrote
On it in my finest lettering.
Chamber.

Took off my glove and stood there,
Gently rapping, calling out to
The guys by the forklift:

HEY! Name the bird, boys!
No response. Sometimes I feel like
I might not belong in construction.
 Oct 2014
SG Holter
Every time I look at you...*
So many poems
Begin with these words.

This is one of them.
*...I feel as if I've stolen you
From some poor fool

Who just didn't do it for you.
I don't even wish I could say
That I'm sorry.

You are my loot, some treasure
That I Indiana Jones'ed out of
A collapsing cave,

And nearly lost my hat in the
Process. An unknown piece
Of Wagner's, discovered

In a Richard Clayderman Plays
ABBA book of sheet music at a
Flea market.

You touch me the way I remember
Dreaming that woman on the
Poster on the wall of my friend's

Bedroom in '88
Would magically climb down from
Her two-dimentional pedestal  

And do. "I know you," I think
Every time I look at you.
Sometimes you look at me

And confess -after I've left you
Breathless by doing and/or saying
Something so clownishly stupid

You nearly fell to the floor laughing-
That you "can't believe we've barely
Been together for months..."

I know. In so many
Ways, we
Haven't.
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