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 Aug 2014 Rose
Jonny Angel
Many of those nights,
I just wanted to have fun
& I ended up
****** up instead.
Sometimes in my own bed
alone,
sometimes in others
not.
Most times,
they forgot my name.
Strange nights indeed.
 Aug 2014 Rose
Jonny Angel
She grew up near cornfields
& rolling fields of wheat,
a serious dreamer.
During the Summers,
she'd sit out on the back porch
to watch the sun set
with her constellation guide.
She did the same thing in Autumn,
the Winter & Springs, too.
And one day, she just disappeared.
Some people say she joined
the Gemini twins,
others say,
she's somewhere
beyond Perseus.
I believe she rose like a Phoenix
and hides within Virgo.
But in reality,
nobody really knows
where dreamer girls go.
 Aug 2014 Rose
Jonny Angel
Often late at night,
I dream about the distance
between your hip bones
& how I'd love to place
my tender kisses
all the way
across them.

Then I think about
the measurement
from your belly button
to your cute little ankles
& how nice it would be
to gently lick
my way
down
to them.

But most of all,
I think about
the size of your smile
& your precious lips
& how wonderful it is
to kiss you,
being glued
to them.
 Aug 2014 Rose
April
Burn of Love
 Aug 2014 Rose
April
our love was like sunburn
so hot
it kept us tossing and turning at night

our love only bloomed during the summer
when the days were the longest
and our hours spent conjoined, limbs entangled in one another

then it would eventually start to fade
we spoke less words to one another
till the burn was simply gone
and our love was shed

ready for a new layer of skin

a new 'you' to invest in
under the sun
beneath the stars

but, i won't forget
those summers when our burn
ached the most
it was all our love
 Aug 2014 Rose
Jonny Angel
I was up all night,
tossing & turning
all over my bed
burning with hot visions
of her sweet grandeur.
For she could blow,
blow huge bubbles
through a cocktail straw
& madly crawl,
crawl all over the floor
chasing rabbits.
What a dream she was!
 Aug 2014 Rose
Jessica Kolb
Sleep is sometimes, just a way of escaping.
You don’t have to be constantly reminded of the things that went wrong.
You don’t have to think of all the memories
and the things you left unsaid.
Just for a little while,
you are unaware of all the things that make you sad.
You are in a state of calmness,
a place where you don’t worry about anything.
But, the second you wake up
everything is brought back to the sad reality.
You suddenly remember where you are
and all the things that have happened.
 Aug 2014 Rose
Lunar
you said that
you love it when it rains.
little did you know that
it rains
whenever i shed a tear.
maybe that's why
you seem happy
even if i'm hurt;
you enjoy
whenever i cry.
and i'll always end up
exchanging your sorrow
for my euphoria,
in hopes of you
loving the rain—
me, my tears, and my pain.
(j.m.)
 Aug 2014 Rose
Lunar
homework love
 Aug 2014 Rose
Lunar
sometimes you're like homework
so confusing
and i just stare at you
absent-mindedly
hating you
yet you're important to me
it's so hard to finish you
and i lose inspiration every now and then
but when i get high as my grades
i come running back to you

i can't wait to graduate from school
get rid of this infatuation
we would be adults by then
and hopefully this mess will be sorted out
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