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 Jun 2013 H Fox
Jemimah
The moon was a perfect
Pikelet
On the Teflon black
..
She floated on the
Butter-melted
Stars
..
I could taste the syrup
Maple-sweet
Upon my tongue
..
The beauty of afar
The loveliness
Of that you cannot hold

But        
with your            
*Gaze
 Jun 2013 H Fox
Tessa F
Ask me impossible questions
Request things of me you know I cannot do
And tell me dreams I can't fulfill for you.
Scream at me when things go wrong
Vent to me your deepest pains
Lean all of your weight on me
And then leave me out in the cold.
I am at your disposal darling,
Nothing you do could push me away.
Because pain in this world is inevitable
And goodbyes are sometimes the hardest things
But we do have some choice in who hurts us.
Through the good and the bad and the beautiful and the difficult,
Sweetheart it has been a privilege to love you.
"You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices." - John Green
 Jun 2013 H Fox
Tessa F
Look Around
 Jun 2013 H Fox
Tessa F
There is so much beauty in stating the obvious:
It's snowing outside.
Look at that sunset.
My god how your lips are soft.
Sometimes, the universe just wants to be noticed.
 May 2013 H Fox
Emma Christina
I wish I'd held onto
a piece of the sky, moonless
and powdered with sugary
stars, the east side dip-dyed
half a shade lighter
as if considering whether to introduce
the sun

I wish your arm left marks
where you held me, across
my shoulders and down to my waist,
that our hands could be like
butterfly wings, dusting color
over our fingertips, every time they
touched

I wish I'd saved a bottle of
the open silence that surrounded us,
the pure cold and vast, dark
space that made us so
wide-eyed with wonder, the
comfort in our quiet
voices

And if your lips on my cheek were
lightning, this
is the thunder, and I write each sacred
moment because I don't think I
can bear to see my memory
wash away in the
rain
 May 2013 H Fox
Emma Christina
We watch the waves crest
and tumble, playing,
fragmenting quickly into jigsaw
puzzles, bubbles dancing on our

fingertips, outstretched
as the sun soaks
through our skin so deep
we're replaced by solid light,

and the corners of our mouths
soar up above the seagulls,
and the swells in the distance shimmer
like night-time's looking glass,

predicting
the movements of the stars,
and there's something about
the easy breath of the sea,

the energy and rhythm,
that makes us feel like running
unbound, and when we return
with tousled locks of sun-dried hair,

our skin sticky sweet, saturated
with layers of salt,
our socks made of sand grains
that tickle our toes,

pockets full of sea-stones
and oyster homes
and smooth glass, bottle green,
the color of daydreams and kelp,

we know, despite miles
of asphalt and cumulus clouds, despite
time-tolled memory,
that our ocean never leaves.
 May 2013 H Fox
Harley Rae
I need the sun and it's warm arms around me,
I need earth's sweet soil to stain my bare soles,
and soul,


I need the thick air of a humid day,
with the rain clouds hanging over me,
threatening to obstruct my evening plans of star gazing,


I long for the warm, ***** waters of the lakes of my home town,
the gargling bubbles in the back of my throat when I accidentally breathe underwater,
and I long for the pain in my ear canal when water gets trapped,
from pretending to be a mermaid for too long,


I am impatient for the ache on my shoulders and face, from UV exposure,
too much of a good thing does exist,
but it's nothing Aloe Vera can't soothe,


I am anxious for cold beers on the porch with my best friends
in the home we live in together,
and I am anxious for the mornings wasted laying in bed,
with the morning sunshine through my lace curtains as my only alarm clock,


I want the bruised legs, scraped knees, freckles, and ***** hands
that only these short lived summer months can bring to me,
I want the careless, reckless, "it's only 2 am" behaviors that come with a late sunset,
and I want the happiness that comes with the scent of flowers entangled in my hair,
a late sunrise, and warm winds.
 May 2013 H Fox
Jonan
Raining
Clouds cry away the sins
Of the desolate city.
 May 2013 H Fox
Evynne
Nothing is ever lost
But rather misplaced

If you are looking
Keep looking
If you are searching
Keep searching
If you are lost
Do not give up hope
For you will be found

If one looks
One can find
If one is lost
One can be found
Again and again
 May 2013 H Fox
David
I am a chameleon to you,
Or some kind of ghost,
My colors shift according to your proximity,
Or change depending on how lucky and bold I feel,
Placebos and foolish superstitions are usually my best hues,
But I still notice you in my little submarine with my peripheral spy glass,
That's right,
I'm a spy,
I know you wear cool and faded hooded sweaters and jeans in the winter that probably smell like closets and dead leaves,
And skirts that you picked from flower fields in the spring,
I know you have light allergies like mine,
As our sniffling during class seems to be contesting in some secret and unspoken competition with no rules,
Despite my quiet attention,
I feel as though you will never know these things,
All my attempts to tell you will be locked away by the pursuit of other men,
My own deep murky fears,
And the summers between us
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