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 Nov 2013 Kash
No name
The* bright full moon
lighting up their path at night
No stars are nearby
Just the moon and them

He doesn't notice the moon or the sky
All he sees is her blue eyes , red lips, and pale skin...
Her Lips
Her lips that he is yearning to feel against his

He can see directly through her alluring eyes
but he sees the bad not the good

The bad...The past *
The past when she was drowning
Drowning in an ocean of hammers and blood
Those hammers were used to bring her down
And it did

All she wants is somebody to trust
and he wants to be that person...

Her eyes matches her feeling ...

Blue

He tells her its alright
She looks him in his eyes
*and says "i love you
 Nov 2013 Kash
A. E. Housman
The rainy Pleiads wester,
Orion plunges prone,
The stroke of midnight ceases
And I lie down alone.

The rainy Pleiads wester,
And seek beyond the sea
The head that I shall dream of
That will not dream of me.
 Nov 2013 Kash
Timothy Brown
Outside a cafe
drinking coffee.

Structure of presence shows sagacity.
Every cup is filled with a black lie

Treating the table like a lanai
Deeming from a personal status quo.

Sunglasses can't hide the look you throw.
A split second glance at the askew

position of the public provided pew
lets me know to keep strolling by the cafe that day.
(AE) (EI) (IO) (OU) (UA)

© May 20th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
 Nov 2013 Kash
Lucey Snyder
Glance behind the heavy oak door
Smell the air, thick with dust
Quiet your voice, below a whisper
Creep silently up to the ceiling high shelves
Reach up on tiptoes, up above your head
Pull down a leather bound book,
Stroke the old binding
Leaf through the pages, inhaling the musty smell
Leave a mite bit happier, book in hand
The Library
 Oct 2013 Kash
Maysun Cardwell
It started as a puddle
lying in the road
So happy, I didn't notice it
When I was walking home.

It grew into a stream
Trickling down the street
Ruining my favorite shoes
As the water hit my feet

It grew into a pool
And destruction was created
I could still make it back home
But my smile had faded

It grew into a river
Its current caught my foot
I tried to swim against it
I tried as hard as I could

It grew into a lake
But I had begun not to care
No point in continuing to swim;
it wasn't getting me anywhere

It grew into an ocean
Full of chaos and madness
I never made it home
Because I had drowned in my own sadness.

— The End —