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 Oct 2018
Jillian Jesser
It's always night, isn't it?

How hushed voices seem closer
How a light breeze sweeps over your face,
bringing back a thought you never could shake.
How a song takes you back to 17,
a boy and girl,
a light kiss,
the ocean.

It's always night, isn't it?
How you feel the moment when summer turns to fall
How alone feels tangible and cherry sweet, or so so metallic
How a bird wakes you from dreaming,
and he is no longer there.

The years have reached out

You gasp,

and lean

and rock

and tear

and

It's always night isn't it?

How you yearn for the part of you that cannot be stolen from time.
 Oct 2018
Poetic T
When all the trees are but
                  paper notes in a vault.

What will be the riches of man.

Where shall he beg for one more leaf.

Shall he look hollow when he cries
              gasping for breaths of regret..
 Oct 2018
Lyn-Purcell


~
I cannot pretend to be something
I already am...
~


There's enough hatred in the world...
Lyn ***
 Oct 2018
JaxSpade
He had no choice…
But to..

Get on the boat
Thus river here is a ghost
It flows on the blood of throats
Sit down and take note
Sometimes ya gotta slice through
A few cuts the knife knew
May save or **** you
This ****** current here
Flows like a dark wine rose
Petals in type O
Positive/\negative
Compatible
Everyone, gone this way
Some under the boat
Thus river here ya know
There is spirits here that float
In the Supernatural cloud
Allowed between each world
I didn't really want to get on this boat
Because i'm not the boating kind
But, we all gotta get on sometime
And paddle through
 Oct 2018
Sarita Aditya Verma
A passionate dancer , excellent teacher
You possess an innate quality of a master
The one with a discerning nature

You understand the heart of your students
With your dance moves you are prudent

Positive energy flows through the dance floor
when you say one two three four

To the  music I can dance
Folk , never took a chance
You taught the moves and grooves
My fear has gone without a trace
And someday will learn some  grace

On the dance floor
Like a bright star you shone
Sure , one day you will
Run a Academy of your own
A little dedication to my dance coach who conducted the garba workshop
It’s been a month I Have joined a dance fitness academy ,
A ten day
Workshop was arranged for garba , a folk dance from Gujarat , performed by women during Navratri festival .
Was a bit apprehensive about the folk dance yet on insistence of my coach at the academy attended the workshop ,enjoyed every bit of it !!
 Oct 2018
JaxSpade
The pen seeks
         A new ink
As we jot
A new thought
         And think
What needs to be said
Caught in the web
Of our heads
   Spider spun sync

        The fly gets caught
And we prey a new plot
Devouring this meal
         And the reader
Gets wrapped up in our knot

The pen hungers
A new thought
A new ink
A new jot
So we feed it
To please it
Like a pet peeved
For another meal
And the readers get fat

As the audience gets big
Words fill the pig
And they joyously
Roll in the words slopped

The pen seeks
And it finds
What the readers won't let stop

Hunger
 Oct 2018
Karisa Brown
I'm death defyed by you
Your warm skillet
Of afterthoughts
And tongues

The sweet taste of
Teardrop and bubblegum
The *** from the nurses
Cabinet

The stairwell
We had a good habit

Only to lash out
Of many times like this
When I kiss the cheek
Of a monster
And steer down
A road less inhibbited

One we want to know again
One that taste of teardrops and sin
And fun nights of running
With guns down
the streets of Adalie

And once again
We find this bliss
Somewhere between
Heaven and who gives a ****

Where the stars kiss our toes
And wine fills our holes
From valinquished unrelinquesed love

Replaced by sweet current aftertaste
Trying to perfect this flow
Is a hell of who knows
Why must I travel down it again alone
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