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Come

wild new splendor

Come

volcanic wonder

Come

holy ignition

Come

heaving impetus

Come

ardent elastic dreams

Come

raging waters thrusting

Come

luscious droplets

Come

swift organic swells

Come

thrush of songbirds

Come

bellows of breaking ground

Come

auxiliary flowers breathing

Come

sweet sapling songs

Come

****** saturation

Come

divine allure

Come

teeming pollinators

Come

abounding overflow

Come

copious life

Come

brimming manifold

Come

sweet floral air

Come

bold blasts of bearing

Come

sun kissed beauties

Come

fervid spring

I Welcome

your enamouring rivulets

I Welcome

your riveting deliciousness

enraptured as I am by your employ
tantalizing
& Alive

Bore into my heart
Grow through my veins
Take me over

Beloved
Beloved

Love
 Mar 2014 logan
Morgan
Untitled
 Mar 2014 logan
Morgan
We roll up our sleeves
on sunny days in March
to watch the red scars
the winter left on our wrists
fade to a hopeful white
 Mar 2014 logan
Morgan
eternity
 Mar 2014 logan
Morgan
he interrupted me
in the middle of
an earth shatteringly
pointless story
to tell me i had
a cute laugh,
in a smoke-filled
garage infront of
all of our friends.
i said,
"alright dude
*******"


that night
i slept in the fetal
position with four blankets
and craved his skin so
bad i didn't even notice
that i bit my lip
until the pool of blood
collecting inside the deep ditch
of my gums, began to taste
of hot metal

today he texted me
while i was at work
and asked if he could
bring me a coffee
i looked at myself
in the bathroom mirror,
sighed and told him
we were busy
then i bought a
coffee for myself,
let the bitter sweet
warm liquid
linger on my tongue
and pretended
it was his lips

alone is a state of being
and i have never been alone,
lonely is a state of mind
and i have never been anything but
 Mar 2014 logan
PK Wakefield
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                                               I am not myself

                                               (or

                                               am I always

                                               the same           )



















































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 Mar 2014 logan
Ghazal
Baffled! (5w)
 Mar 2014 logan
Ghazal
How
many
people
Am I?!
 Mar 2014 logan
Evynne
Humanity is
Promised suffering
Infinite and delicate roots
Bleed timeless torment
And misery
 Mar 2014 logan
Morgan
Finding Home
 Mar 2014 logan
Morgan
When I was fourteen
And looking for Home
They told me I'd find it
Between lavender walls
And wooden floors
They said it'd smell like
Warm sugar cookies
And fresh hazelnut coffee
They said I'd cry into
The softest of pillows
And wrap my broken limbs
Around the warmest of blankets
But by the time I made it there
The walls were lined in bruises
The floors were cold and calloused
It smelled like cigarettes,
Whiskey
And cherry incense
The pillow I cried into
Would rise and fall
In an uneasy rhythm,
Sometimes breaking off
Into random shaking
And the blanket I wrapped
My broken limbs around,
Often had broken limbs
Of its own
Because
When I finally found Home
It wasn't a place at all
But a boy with bloodshot eyes
And a crooked smile
 Mar 2014 logan
Rob Rutledge
She
 Mar 2014 logan
Rob Rutledge
She
She is a rock,
She is a pillar of the sea.
Oblivious to the waves
That crash against her feet.
She stands tall,
Head raised among the clouds,
Weathering the storms
Enduring the droughts.

She stares far unto the horizon,
Surveying all that she can be,
This pillar of rock,
This goddess of the sea.
 Feb 2014 logan
Child of the Word
There is no such thing as true silence
At least not on this earth
For the earth itself has sound
It hums
Constantly
But it is often covered

By the sounds of people and of grass or pavement under feet
Of water or cars rushing by
Of the wind whispering through leaves of trees

But in the lonely places of the world
Where for miles and miles there is nothing but dirt
and nothing -or almost nothing-grows
Where, if you stand on a hill and listen closely
You can hear the muffled voices of those a mile away

In those places you can hear the earth
Deep and low and full
A sound silenced by the culmination of other sounds
Which are themselves mistaken for silence
A sound that when heard, though quiet enough to be drowned out by whispering  trees, fills the void with sound
The sound of Earth singing
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