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 Jun 2017 Leah Rae
Gigi Tiji
deck
 Jun 2017 Leah Rae
Gigi Tiji
the bugs and the frogs sing a cacophonous tranquility
 Jun 2017 Leah Rae
DM
Why is the bus so bright inside?
Clearly exposing the man sitting at the back?
Making a hard left turn in front of me. Incandescent, I see a man finishing sun-flower seeds,
And looking through glass, and my rolled-up windows, my avoidant eyes make contact, then I realize...he is me. Traveling on a slow-soul-train to downtown or whatever it may be, eyes lock for a moment and I wish him freedom.
 Apr 2015 Leah Rae
Suzy Hazelwood
There are days
when I sit alone in cafés
with coffee as my friend
and a book as my reason
for why I stay so long

Pretending not to watch
not seeing anyone
I stare at my book
and make out I read
when all the while
I sneak a look
I hear their talk

It seems to me
many are short on luck
so much dreaming
of all they can’t have
and some
have dreamed so large
it shatters their soul

I wondered why
I waste my time
love to stay
in the company of cafés
what was this fascination
turned to addiction?

I sit in cafés
because I need to know
I’m not the only one
it’s not just me
who is short on luck
not just me
who’s afraid to dream
not only I
who’s soul needs repair
 Apr 2015 Leah Rae
lunarr
eyes
 Apr 2015 Leah Rae
lunarr
eyes are like constellations; unless you know what you are looking for and looking at, they are just eyes
 Apr 2015 Leah Rae
Abigail Kruke
How can I write poetry about you,
when you've never compared
my eyes to
the sea during a storm.
or told me I have galaxies inside me?
 Apr 2015 Leah Rae
Phil Lindsey
I am Phil
I am Phil
Phil I am.

That Phil I am
That Phil I am
I do not like that Phil I am.

Would you like to drink some Scotch?
No Phil I am.  No I would not.
I would not like to drink some Scotch.

Would you drink Scotch on the Rocks?

I would not drink Scotch on the Rocks
I think it tastes like ***** socks
So get down off that Dewars box
I will not drink a Scotch with you
No that is something I won’t do
I might drink *****, might drink gin
But drinking Scotch would be a sin.

Would you drink some Chivas Regal?

I think Scotch should be illegal!
What is it that you do not get?
I just don't like the taste of it!
Scotch just doesn’t suit me well
I do not even like the smell.
Give me wine or give me beer
But don’t talk to me when Scotch is near.

Would you like a single malt?

I don’t like Scotch.  It’s not your fault.

Would you try some Lagavulin?

I won’t drink Scotch; I’m not foolin’
I won’t drink Scotch all by myself
With you or anybody else
I hate the smell
I hate the taste
To serve ME Scotch
Would be a WASTE!

Well!!  You don’t have to cause a scene
Just try a sip, see what I mean
It’s really not that bad, at all
Don’t drink the bar stuff, drink the call
All the ‘Glens’ are really nice
Drink them neat, add 1 cube ice
One ice cube brings out the taste
Two or more would be a waste.
Try just a sip, and you will see
Then you might drink a Scotch with me.

Oh Phil I am
Oh Phil I am
You wore me down.
Was that the plan?
I guess I’ll let my scruples slip
And try a Scotch – a tiny sip.

Sip.    Sip.      SSSSippppss.

Oh (licks his lipsss)
This is good.  This is really good,
I think that I can taste the peat.
It’s not too smoky, not too sweet
It’s not at all what I expected
Now I’ve got my thoughts collected
My admiration resurrected
I think I like Scotch, Yes it’s true.
I think I'll drink a Scotch with you.
In fact, Phil, I just might have two!
Do you have some Johnnie Walker Blue?
PwL   April 8, 2015
I grew up reading Dr. Seuss, and, like most kids, loved the playfulness of his words.  Dedicated to Theodore Seuss Geisel.  I hope that he liked Scotch!
I met a boy the other day our eyes locked for mere seconds,
but I couldn’t understand the way that he could read me.
His wispy hair those big green eyes that smile that had captured me,
he uttered one small word and my knees had become weak.
My nervous smile and jumbled words I almost spilled my coffee,
Who knew that a Starbucks would be cupid’s place to strike me?

His simple word, “Hello” had stole my voice and my heartbeat
But thankfully I didn’t faint but sheepishly said, “you’re stunning”
His smile burst across his face and I knew had loved me,
Until then at least I’d pretend he would never leave me.

The next few months were enchanting all the nights we laughed together
It didn’t take very long until I was wrapped around his finger.
He told me that he loved and said, “We should get married”,
He stole my heart, who are you kidding? I said, “Of course I’ll be in your wedding”.

Laughing dancing crying fighting it was epic perfection.
The days spent lying next to you I caught a glimpse of heaven.
But all great things must always cease and soon, you would leave me,
But not from choice or even greed – no you would never cheat me.
Instead your time ran short and I was robbed from our future,

That last goodbye the day you died and someone pulled the trigger.
Months and months were full of cries screaming, anguish, rage.
Why did our future lives seem to be erased from the stage?
I’d thought I’d have more time, I thought you were here to stay.

You know that I’ll still love you but my heart just cannot bear,
Ever walking into Starbucks without your presence being there.
I feel like I’m not strong enough but soon I’ll be okay.
Because our love, you see, was the type that could last beyond the grave.
 Mar 2015 Leah Rae
JustChloe
Spoken word is the art of forming words to say what no one thought you could
to give people a chance to ride on the waves of the sylabels
the ocean of self expression

Spoken word is the art of story telling
the story unfolds in thier mind like the note you sent your highschool crush
that crushed your heart inside and out

Spoken word is the ability to reach people
and let them reach you
open up
spread the light
let them see you
be transparent to show them what they need to see
tell them what they need to hear

Spoken word is the art that is just out of reach
you cant exactly see what is that makes you feel amazing
you stretch your hands to reach
but your hands are empty
and your heart ends up warm

Spoken word is the art of opening eyes
the ability to blow people's mind
Make them experience something they have never seen

Spoken word is the ability to convey anything with words you may speak
Spoken word is an art
And it's the art for me
 Mar 2015 Leah Rae
MPL
Run From It
 Mar 2015 Leah Rae
MPL
I guess I am just writing everything out
Since I physically cannot run from my problems
Which aren't that bad, and sprained ankles ****
 Mar 2015 Leah Rae
Gigi Tiji
omnomnom
yummy cookies
satnamnom and
"There is only One God," they said!
and I was like,
"Psh! Nawww, dude! They're isn't a 'God'. Prove it!" But then I was like, "Wait, since when the **** do I ever prescribe myself to oppressive dichotomous systems?!" and then all of a sudden I was like,
"Wait, there's like an infinite amount of those things!" and
then I was like, "Whoa, infinity is totally one."
but then I was like, "Wait, it's also totally none."
and then I was like, "
everything is one
everything is twice one
everything is half of each
and infinitely more than none
and that sounds like pretty much everyone I know.
and, well, let's just say
that there's one constant
and that one constant is love
and that love is always changing
that love is always growing
expanding in all directions
and ever since ever is it
becoming love
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