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 Jul 2016 Marles
Tupelo
Simplicity
 Jul 2016 Marles
Tupelo
Such a complicated thing.
I just want to write of how the waves move me,
How I have slept for years to the cricket’s song,
When my eyes flood as the fields did the same,
How my hips move when the horn begins to play,
The feeling when the eyes are heavy and the belly full,
I’ve been trying to learn the most direct path to these complexities
But the roads always blur, and my throat does not know the words
 Jul 2016 Marles
PrttyBrd
Adrift
 Jul 2016 Marles
PrttyBrd
I'm lost
Floating without purpose
Living lifeless
Away from love
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10w
 Jul 2016 Marles
Dare
I stare blankly at her back while I write words of sweet melodies that used to be the soundtrack to our lives. Her body my own personal notebook, except I've already written a bestseller with you. Her touch so beautiful but not as tender as your fingers when they danced around mine. Every aspect of her is worth loving and so I do. But the difference is I'm loving on her while I love you.
 Jul 2016 Marles
Pax
mango
 Jul 2016 Marles
Pax
i was the mango
who left his
tree
too early
too soon
and even in  my
golden stage
i still remain
bitter
to the very
end
.
.
.
 Jul 2016 Marles
erin
closure
 Jul 2016 Marles
erin
it's ok to decide
you don't want me.
i won't keep tugging on
your sleeve to try to
make you love me.
but after all i have given,
after all we have shared,
i deserve to know
why.
 Jul 2016 Marles
Joshua Haines
Somedays I don't feel like writing
and it worries me because
'Writers write everday --
real ones, at least.'
I fear being ordinary,
which is tasteless because
maybe being ordinary
is what I need.

The appeal of snapbacks
and hipster haircuts
is starting to make more sense.
Blending into a crowd
might suit me better;
to be invisible but
to no longer be insecure.

Rap lyrics make more sense,
even though I can't relate;
these words are my sedation,
these clothes aren't armor
but marketable camouflage.
My words have been said before,
but that might be okay because
I'd hate to torment myself
wondering about my relevance.

So, to move on, I write,
and I write, and I write
to pander and to conform.
Substituting thought for
appealing diction and
strong imagery, afraid
to show myself because
maybe you're too much
like me, which, surely,
would eat me alive.
Tainted the dreams,
once had, realizing
how they grew in toxic.
 Jul 2016 Marles
Amelia
Untitled
 Jul 2016 Marles
Amelia
I'll love you in the downtown alley, I'll love you along the bay;
I'll love you in that small town where my heart still longs to stay.
For Neko x
 Jul 2016 Marles
erin walts
Raw pure cane sugar
And sand to stir

In your morning drink

Because life's too short
Not to be sweet

We'll walk down to the ocean

Shore, salt, shine, and ****
Seagulls and shellfish

laugh at a joke I can't seem

to

*understand
 Jul 2016 Marles
Alin
LUNATIC
 Jul 2016 Marles
Alin
I feel naked when I look at  the moon today
Why ? Why ? What is there to hide?
and are we really so far?
Such a destitute gaze
alight to sky
Glaring with its brittle skin
Under which she knows
I hides
as a drifter beloved
Always lured
by
the world’s tides
inspired by a lecture I heard by Swami Rama of Himalayas that humans do not necessarily need to be controlled by "phases of the moon" like animals.
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