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 Oct 2014 Makiya
Brenna Martin
from the minute I met you, you seeped into my skin and dispersed through my veins. I couldn't resist your hands around my waist, breathing sweet nothings in my ear between slow kisses breaking the thin blood vessels of my neck, etching yourself beneath my skin. now your name is tattooed on my heart and you'd have to crack open each of my ribs to remove it but even that would hurt less than thoughts of you flooding my mind every ******* minute.
 Oct 2014 Makiya
Lee Turpin
Hating, biting, kicking, beating
punching, ripping, eating, cutting
crushing, gnawing, pinching, slapping

Taking revenge for love's sake.

Laughing, jeering, talking, shushing
moaning, sighing, calling, *******
Yelling, screaming, slamming, crying

Somewhere amidst this I said "I don't know you but I'm sorry,"
and then I joined in.
 Oct 2014 Makiya
Alain Gonzalez
VII
 Oct 2014 Makiya
Alain Gonzalez
VII
River's clipped wings rest
on the riverside.
Winter plucks its wavy strings:
Time's not going anywhere.
Playing poetry on Twitter :)
 Oct 2014 Makiya
Alain Gonzalez
VIII
 Oct 2014 Makiya
Alain Gonzalez
Madness so soft
ripples feel like feathers.
Melodies lurk within silence.
Playing poetry on Twitter :)
 Oct 2014 Makiya
Alain Gonzalez
It is hard to speak about
what you want to speak about
when all you do is speak about
the way you’d speak about

what you want to speak about.
Things get worse then when you try
to speak about the way you'd like to
speak about these things you hold so dear

that you can't help but speak about them,
to the point you mean to speak about
the way you'd love to speak about them.
But is unbearable when after so long

of trying everything to explain the how,
you fall out of love with what you wanted
to speak so madly about, and all is left
are the ghosts of departed quantities of genius,

the maddening silence after your great idea is gone,
that cigarette ash flake floating in the afternoon,
so graciously convinced of being smoke,
perhaps even a cloud.
 Oct 2014 Makiya
Riley OKeefe
Love as a bird flying free

dying daily to un-cage 
attachment.
Snipping
 cords binding unwinding

expectations only hold

a box of memories,
only
 those moments to

sleep more on satin 
sheets in cotton thread.

Im not sure if he loves me

or if I read, a reflection

in the mind of me
love
 as the bird flying free.

Come what may as 
it leaves the warmth

of winter awakening 
spring. Till summer 
speaks from my window
to the bird thats flying 
free. Detaching the cords
 uncage my soul, his soul

our soul.
Upload to cloud 
in memories.
Moments.

Quilted in the silken sky.

Love as a bird flying free
 Oct 2014 Makiya
K Balachandran
air breathes life to cells,
stimulates, the subtilities,
regulates the moves of life force,
and liberates the mind from matter.
 Oct 2014 Makiya
Lee Turpin
what kind of movement was it?
that brought the head to the knees
a curled spiraling whimper
unhitched to the winds round the room?
what kind of act,
blue through and through
could topple such bonds that were deeper?

what were the thoughts
that built up like bricks
due each meiotic mutation?
what brute could so brash
dried out heavy headed
to full careless crush
the gentlest swath
her two hands ?

where went the time
day by day through each slot
like coins I collected
each morning each night,
pearl afternoons

the glint off your brow,
the stoop of your chest the
scoop of your back-blades,
more leaves of memory
now slipped out by the breeze through my mind with a cry,
theived hollow,
out the window and gone

where now is the murmur of glow
with thunder softened out through the trees
electrons spinning the push of your atoms to mine
where now the wordlessness,
you with me?
boo, heartbreak.
 Oct 2014 Makiya
Natalie Gamble
For right or wrong
True or false
It doesn't matter
To an open pair of lips
That meet to crease I Love You
When forbidden.
If we hold each other tight enough
We can melt
The rules, opinions, and walls
So they don't apply to us
Not anymore.
Not in your arms.
 Oct 2014 Makiya
Scotty Shot
Firecrackers fly
It's a colorshow
We run for nothing

Johnny Pop makes soda bombs
You can hear him come down the hall

Sparks hit the floor
Run away! Run away!
It's coming for you!

Bottle rockets hit the sky
They explode in days gone by

We run
We are still running
We are invincible
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