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 May 2015 collin
Sophie
I wonder where were you
since the last hey







dead,
could be.
 May 2015 collin
Alexandra Provan
Love,
Lust,
Lies.

Still yet to decide
Which one defines
Everything we left behind.

Then again,
Perhaps it goes a little something like this;

Love?
Lust lies.
 May 2015 collin
Olivia Walters
Midnight.
I sit in bed, folding paper airplanes.
the streetlight casting soft shadows as they race around my room.
Tumbling, turning, tossing themselves in the air.
Like shooting stars.
And I count the seconds before they land.
Close my eyes
One, two, three.
Wish
Before they crash.
And when morning comes the
Paper planes scatter the floor, a war zone
Their wings twisted from falling fast.
Crumpled from a quick descent and mourning footsteps.
Eight o’clock
I pick up the trash.
 May 2015 collin
Grace
The Nightmare
 May 2015 collin
Grace
I ache in supple words
Called unto timely night
Breath lost in all herds
But a vision in crippled light

Such a quiet land doth fall
The wind oh still and silent
Across a sea an echoed call
Beating such and so violent

A dream given such a bow
Waking to an aching scare
Lungs with water in a row
Clawing for what is not there

Darling, love, does thou not
Seek me through God's kiss?
Blue entity of yours I fought
Craving bursts of sunny bliss
 May 2015 collin
Julie Butler
this cracking open
ripped sail
widespread fingertips, broken nails
inside an effort is intention
inside intention is a story, experience
& all these lessons I've learned
are getting used up forcefully
is this the way it's supposed to be?
cause it feels strange
when do Ravens sleep
& what does that feel like?
where did I go?
I think I know something.

wild nights, bending and stretching
bending & bleeding
I'm tired of feeding on this word

eating syllables
I am not hungry for

constantly
unconsciously
incessant counting consonants
four letter words
for poor pleasured girls

honestly

we're all crawling sideways
a billion different sidewalks
searching for what -
leftover organs, trace-lines
another time, some other life
another night

keeping quiet
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