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 Jul 2014 Lucy
Revenant
Him
 Jul 2014 Lucy
Revenant
Him
Firstly, I want to be the void in your chest. Secondly, I want to be the one who fills it. You continuously leave me ravenous for more. I want you. I want all of this with you, and it pains me that not everything I've ever experienced- that not every breath I've drawn was not shared with you. But every catch in my throat, every gasp, every tremble, every shudder, every moan that rips through my throat will be solely yours.
I will be solely yours.
Guide me. Move me. Teach me. Show me what you want. Give me the tools to shatter your world.
Rip away my insecurities and nervousness alongside my clothes.
Let me be the yearning in your eyes
Let me be the groan deep in your chest
Let me be the quickening of your heart
Let me be hushed voices
Let me be sweaty palms
Let me be heated breath
Let me be sly smiles and rough kisses
Let me breathe you in
Let me touch you
Let me hear you want it
Let me feel you writhe
Just don't let me go
 Jun 2014 Lucy
Austin Heath
-Light up a cliche under a streetlight
while singing "the Star Spangled Banner"
and receiving oral from a trans-woman.
-**** in the drive-thru of an Arby's.
-Fist fight a bear that people
find much uglier than myself.
Made a bucket list of ****
I think might be legitimately worth doing;
haven't run it by my girlfriend yet.
Speaking of which,
she deserves a round of applause
for dealing with my melodramatic *******.
-Strike a police officer,
after robbing a bank with a water pistol.
I wanted to call her to let her know
I'd chased a bird till it crossed the street
and tweeted at me in anger or excitement.
Flipping the bird "the bird", I shouted,
"******* BIRD!"
and continued home.
-Throw a rock at a train.
-Toss a Molotov Cocktail at a moving car,
and cook a hot dog in the flames.
She deserves a million dollars
and a god-**** Nobel peace prize.
-Call one of those panhandling
money worshiping televangelists
a **** bird, and offer them to ****
themselves [the ugliest people I can think of].
-Wear a habit over a burka.
I don't believe in souls, soul mates,
anything supernatural or special,
but I love that woman,
and that's why I believe in love.
-Not die alone.
 Jun 2014 Lucy
Taylor Cuomo
Awake
 Jun 2014 Lucy
Taylor Cuomo
I lay awake at night
thinking
            reading
                       writing
anything but sleeping.

My mind moves fast
never stopping or slowing down
keeping me awake
until the sun peaks out.

Now I lay awake at dawn
thinking
            reading
                      writing
a­nything but sleeping.
 Jun 2014 Lucy
Taylor Cuomo
I understand nobody is perfect,
but you come pretty close.
 May 2014 Lucy
Austin Heath
Because it's really ******* degrading to put your
work everywhere, often times for free,
and to not even get **** back.
I'm also really ******* sick of teenagers.
Yeah, that means you too.
Here's a poem called,
"**** the Patriarchy!";
"Someone told me it's just as
reasonable for men to fear ****
on the streets, as women. I've
been dropped into place and now
I realize I'm a radical feminist.
The kind of feminist people
check for under their beds at night.
The unapologetic type of feminist
who doesn't believe
in a "loud minority" of men haters,
but an eager audience listening for them.
The kind who doesn't play for your
culturally and historically  inept *******.
The uncompromising feminist.
Patriarchy is a cage,
feminism is my hammer;
I'm not trying to get out,
I'm going to **** this place up".
 May 2014 Lucy
Clindballe
Cry
 May 2014 Lucy
Clindballe
Cry
I wanted to cry you a river.
                                                          ­                                But then I remembered
                                                      ­                                  you're a good swimmer.
Written: May 26. - 2014
 May 2014 Lucy
Nathan Squiers
I've trekked across the deserts 'til there was sand beneath my skin,
And I've swam under the oceans 'til I started growing fins.
I've found myself in perils from which none before could escape.
From frozen caves to scorching skies; from rolling sands to sinking mud.
And, after all my travels, I've decided to go back into the Blood.

I have scaled so many mountains, my hands began to take their shape.
I've fallen victim to the dangers of all natures of landscape.
But through it all there was not a single war I couldn't win.
You see, I was born of far worse; birthed from a visceral flood,
And, after all my travels, I've decided to go back into the Blood.

A product of the darkness, I am proud to wear my sin,
Like a badge to prove my source to every place I've been.
And, though I am immortal, I'll wear my cape upon the cape,
When the End of Times arrives to carry all into the Scud.
But on this day my travels wish me to go back into the Blood.
I was inspired by the late & great Robert Frost's style of feeding the following stanza's starting rhyme in the prior's body. Utilizing this rhyming "bridge", I decided to focus on trying to convey a brief-yet-eternal story that takes my love of vampire lore into account with classic, Odyssey-style grandeur (somehow a Nordic-like concept with "The Scud" came into being--I might play more with that idea in a future piece). In either case, here's a hodgepodge of nomadic, vampire-driven, Frost-inspired gnarliness.
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