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 Nov 2013 K
Chinay Lindhop
To love you breathes an art.
Your body is the canvas my hands yearn to paint.
The sculpted shape of your form is something I’ve only known dreams of.
Kissing you is like my lips have met the stars.
Hearing you sigh sounds like the sand rejoicing for another wave.
Seeing you looks like the first flower bud in spring.
Embracing you is like the pleasure a horizon feels in receiving a sunset.
To love you breathes an art.
 Nov 2013 K
Sharina Saad
Drowning in the world of lies
Truth hurts they say
Sweet are the lies told...
Pretending to be safe and sound
Hiding, disguising in the world of hypocrisy
When truth always hurt..
Lies can be sweet...
When is a lie ever so sweet?

By Rina
 Nov 2013 K
Alex McDaniel
One warm, peaceful, night at a bar down the street,
I ran into an elderly man
who's uncountable wrinkles and scars,
told the stories of one thousand men.
some of sorrow and some of joy
As I took to the creaky stool next to him,
he blew out a puff of smoke from his cigarette.
his fingers curled around the smoke,
almost like he was trying to grasp it
like he had let go of too many things in his long past,
and letting go of one more, even something as meaningless as cigarette smoke,
may have pushed him over the edge.

Next his eyes caught mine,
he leaned over and handed me a rose,
"deliver this to my wife." he whispered
"she's ill and I do not travel well"
"I have not admired her beauty in quite some time."

He was different and mysterious,
but that only intrigued me more,
I nodded and took the rose,
attached was a address and a room number:
Saint Anne's Hospital

Upon arriving at the room,
to my shock there was no one there!
just thousands of thousands of roses
and a note that read:
R.I.P to my beloved 1920-1963

Fifty years later and some how this crazy old man had never given up hope.
Not once.
Not on his wife,
or the love he had for her.
We all could use a little of him in our lives.
meh
 Nov 2013 K
Ashley Williams
Lost in the maze of myself,
Distracted by the glittering caverns,
The glitzy, glowing hallways of my mind.
Trapped in artifice,
Terrified of reality.
 Nov 2013 K
Haley Rezac
Today I woke up to you breathing softly on my shoulder; your eyes were closed, though they fluttered when I kissed your temple gently.
You shifted, parted your cracked lips in a sigh as you drifted back towards slumber, and I do recall wondering how on earth you don't see yourself as one of a kind: entirely extraordinary to every impossible extent.
 Nov 2013 K
Ronnie James Corbin
Poetry is
The Soul
Escaping its
Fleshy human
Prison cell
 Nov 2013 K
Laura Kitching
We all need to be loved.
Not by those brilliant flashes of light
But by those with cracks of darkness
It is in those cracks in which we see
ourselves reflected
Distorted by time,
           distance
Reason.
Shrouded by shadows
We are reborn.
We all need to be loved.
 Nov 2013 K
2sided2
Alien Ways
 Nov 2013 K
2sided2
His pale blue skin
Reflects
Crystals gleam in the air
Between the sun and his flesh
Bright green eyes
Telling me to go
Alien ways
He twists my heart
Into something unknown
My stomach morphs to melt
Exposing raw love
For his
Alien ways

— The End —