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 Sep 2014 Connor Simms
Jordan
I don’t think you realise how happy you make me
The cute name calling,
The little kisses on my nose
And our 3 hour conversations.
It’s weird to think I only met you a week ago
And you’ve made such a dramatic impact on my life,
Instead of going to bed crying
I go to sleep smiling,
Because of you.
The days when we chased each other around on the beach
Was one of the happiest days I’ve had in so long
And to know that you’ll be leaving soon
Breaks my heart.
But I hope our 3 hour conversations every night
Never end
Because I love them,
So thank you,
Thank you for making me happy.
so i met my best friends cousin and now im the happiest i've been in so long.
 Sep 2014 Connor Simms
Scott T
Drum Gold
Is my tobacco
It has character
And I had a girl once
Who liked Cutters Choice
And I told her it had more additives
And that it burnt hotter
And that Drum Gold had more character
And we spent nights exploring each other's bodies
And smoking Drum Gold
Which she adopted
But that ended
Like all good things
And I've forgotten a lot of those spent nights
And now she smokes Golden Virginia
It is only a little word, but carries so much on its shoulders.
Often overlooked as an emotion when placed next to the big ones:
fear, love, hate, jealousy, happiness, greed.
Without it what would we be?
What purpose would we have?
It is a catalyst from which dreams are cast
and possibilities reached.
As an idea it is only touched upon, but without it nothing would be worth following through.
Nothing would drive us
Life would lack ambitions.
When it is gone everything seems broken
no last gasping chances left.
It is embedded in every aspect of life
and yet it quietly hides.
When uttered, it sounds weak,
but can be strong enough to move mountains,
overthrow governments and rattle tyrants off their throne.
Or simply it is enough to finish third in a race,
or be on time for a meeting,
or for the tests to come back negative.
Our hope.
Let it be dawn ,
I want you by my side .

In those moonlit nights , to see your
Eyes and lips with immense pleasure
While forgetting it's already time to move by !

Let it be dawn ,
I want you by my side .

In those dramatic nights , to see your
Skin murmuring to my fragile connectivity ,
While making you to believe that "I am here with you ."

Let it be dawn ,
Because you never know what is coming by your side .
These nights are gloomy and dark enough
To make yourself alone and yet feel connected to the soul .

So ,
Let it be dawn .

Maybe I will again want you by my side .
 Sep 2014 Connor Simms
Adam Burke
My hands are numb to all they touch
But I feel their inner workings better than ever.
I notice the strain while I'm writing,
The cramp when I'm wanking,
And the lack of a third line in my triplet.
Their blood runs cool like ethanol.
My eyes sting but they had the whole day,
Let my lungs have their moment.
Smoke soothes only second to air
But my carnal desires placed it higher in demand.

Warn all your kids
And take coughing fits.
The danger is real
That's just how I feel.
I've been feeling kinda good about myself lately
I don't know who you are
But
Hopefully sometime soon I'll find you standing around in that parking lot again
Striking up conversations with each other as we done before
Your heart was not sad nor cold; it was warm and pleasant
Your personality was beautiful
Thus your entire being is beautiful
I am done being alone and afraid to ask you out
I have fathomed holding this girl in my arms
Watching her smile at dinner
Going out and having an abundance of fun
I want to discover you
I want to explore you
Staying up until the dark hours of the night
Just talking
But
Don't be afraid
I would never take advantage of you
This is me taking a leap
This is me asking for a night with you
But
Don't be afraid to say "No"
For I will not pursue you
I will not fear rejection
I would just like to ask you for one thing
My heart is bruised
It’s not my scars I want you to cover
Nor my cuts for you to bandage
It's my heart for you to cherish
© Keith Lake 1/2014
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