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 Feb 2016
K603
Gold is beautiful
Silver is Succulent
Bold and lavish
Crave and quiver
My dear you shiver?
Once we begin there is no stop
It is already to late
We are sealed
Our fates
Hush hush
This is not up
For debate
I have zero idea
 Feb 2016
Simpleton
the way the sun glides through the sky
with no visas
you go through my mind
with no permission
 Feb 2016
Stef Baptista
5
he was a storm.
he came rolling in at unexpected times
he made my skies dark and drenched me in my own tears
he caused a commotion inside my mind and then he would disappear
like nothing had ever happened.
he caused destruction of my mental state and I wondered why for God's sake
he ruined everything in his path and didn't even bother to stick around and see the aftermath
he put out the fire inside my heart
he left me in the dark
like nothing had ever happened.
 Feb 2016
Darbi Alise Howe
1) It puts the peanut butter on its *****
2) Finna meat sum *******
3) Classical conditioner
4) Pavlov ain't russian in the bathroom
5) He would never steak his reputation upon his looks
6) He met his husband on meatgrindr
7) His creepy uncle
8) Pavlov rools dogs drool
9) He was tired of being confused with Sylvia Plath
10) He needed all the leverage he could get on Skinner
my application to a satirical magazine
 Jan 2016
Francie Lynch
Honey I'm drunk,
Don't come by,
But if you do
Bring Canadian Rye;
I've two feet planted
Six feet high,
And I ain't right ready
To lay down to die.
But the sun is sinking,
And my body's stinking,
Honey will you come,
Please bring that Rye.

Honey, I drink,
We both know why,
Let's not pretend,
Let's not lie.

Honey I'm dry,
I'm gonna die,
I've six feet planted
Two feet high.
I ain't quite steady,
I could use a high.
The sun's in the east,
My demon's a beast,
So Honey drop by,
Please bring that Rye.
Add some chords. Needs a bridge.
 Jan 2016
Pearson Bolt
i once met an old
man
who did
sudoku
with ink and
pen

black or blue
it didn't
much matter
one way
or another

so long as
it was never
pencil
he despised
pencil on
principle

on those rare
occasions
when he'd make a
mistake

he refused
to cross out the incorrect
integer

i asked him
why
one sunny
summer day
and he told me

that we can't cross out
our choices
or erase
our mishaps
we can only
turn the page

and on he went
to his next
puzzle
 Jan 2016
Alisha Isabell
He tells me,
He has never seen a sadness
So calm.
He has never tasted a sweet
So bitter.

*Beautiful isn't it.
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