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 Dec 2019 Lama
Carlo C Gomez
He left
A mark the color of red wine
Zinfandel
Placed high on cheek bone
Directly under her left eye
Such tears only bruising
It further

I didn't mean to
He simply stated

She left
A note the color of resentment
Charcoal
Placed atop bedroom dresser
Directly over her exiled contents
Such emptiness only reinforcing
It further

Once was more than enough
She simply stated
 Nov 2019 Lama
Amanda Kay Burke
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.
 Nov 2019 Lama
Francie Lynch
If
 Nov 2019 Lama
Francie Lynch
If
If you were a book,
I'd read you again.

If you were a ride,
I'd wait in line.

If you were my dream,
I'd never awaken.

If you were a star,
I'd never look down.

If you were a flower,
I'd never look up.

If you were mine,
I don't know what I'd do;
But I'd do it.
 Nov 2019 Lama
Tiana Marie
She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.
 Nov 2019 Lama
Shofi Ahmed
The blue of my deep ocean
my sunrise at dawn
the red of my rose.

My fiery beauty in the gentle breeze
My evergreen earth and missing heaven
on the other side of the wood
My golden old, present of now
and future fairytale
The song of my nightingale.

The colours of my day
lapis lazuli hue of my sky.
My graceful white cloud
over the rainbow
My serene night in the shadow.

My golden ratio design
My solemn rise for the star
over the hashed twilight hill  
when the day is done!

My love of life
My joy my patience
My secret made for heaven.
My Sun at the peak and my Moon
on the other side of the pool.
My homemaker above the storm
My fluid innermost.
 Nov 2019 Lama
Basil Rubin
Creating asunder
You and me
From different planets
By different means

Hither and thither
Heading our trains
Another soul's lost
Between the wide lanes

Look at me funny stranger
Never seen you before
Just a glimpse of your eyes
Never will be with you
 Nov 2019 Lama
beth fwoah dream
there is too much rain,
the last leaves
fall, the sky is a wilderness,
full of yellow and bronze.
the day is hung over,
drowns like a sinking tide.
i love you, forever,
tell you my love is yours,
that i love you forever,
forever, every part of me
still in love.
good news i am having three new poems published next summer in seventh quarry's magazine.
 Nov 2019 Lama
Empire
Only Asleep
 Nov 2019 Lama
Empire
I needed a warm embrace
So I dreamt one up
Kind and strong
Arms holding me tight to your chest
And you stayed
For so long...
Just let me melt into you
Let me feel safe
Like you cared
I knew you wouldn’t let me go

But I woke up

And remembered

It only happens

When I’m asleep.
Dreams are getting so vivid and full of longing
 Nov 2019 Lama
japheth
future
 Nov 2019 Lama
japheth
people would
tend to excite
themselves
on the first exchange of
“I love you”s

but i’d rather
find myself hurting
in the future
waiting for that
heartbreaking text of
“it’s me, and not you.”
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