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 Oct 2015 Martina
Kayli Marie
Wake
 Oct 2015 Martina
Kayli Marie
You breathe in.
A kiss:
how do you take
your coffee?

I prefer it sweet
and warm
against my lips.

I breathe in.
A story:
coffee grinds pour out
into wet garden soil,
later staining the clothes of my
kneading daughter.

She prefers water to coffee,
sober and clean,
though
studying dribbling coffee like
a drip of morphine.

How do you take
your coffee?
I reply.
A revelation:
most mornings I make it fresh,
but the *** brewed overnight
somehow tastes sweet.
 Oct 2015 Martina
Victoria Lynn
I did not fall for you too hard yet
but i still have a bad feeling in tummy
from when we said we would stay just friends.
I think I feel upset,
because of how easily i could have pictured
falling in love with you.

I could have seen us watching our favorite TV shows together
and cuddling up on a cold day,
i could have see us getting too high together
and just because we were together it would be okay.

I could have seen adventures in the woods
and long walks along the street
i could see us acting silly
and climbing random trees

I guess i could see too many possibilities.
but on a lighter note,
i hope you find someone to do all these things with
and your eyes light up when you talk about her
and you can't get her kiss off your brain
i hope you see her beauty
in the most unconventional ways.
i hope you find someone who could never tire of you
and wants to be with you everyday.
 Oct 2015 Martina
Jimmy Hegan

River flows from every side & corners,
It makes new directions and ways,
It's water meets to sea and ocean,
We should also mix  with each other's culture like river does,
Mix with culture and share new ethics and love,
So that you can grow and spread in every direction like river does,
Spread love and humanity with mixing culture and traditions.
Do not pollute water with poisonous chemicals,
Do not pollute world with  criminal deeds & treacherous minds,
Make Water clean as transparent mirror shows,
Make your inner person Clean &  as beautiful as transparent mirror.

Off to the loo with the morning paper , the news of the day , his morning constitution . These silly , weak people , like spoiled little children , why pollute good hot coffee with cream and sugar ? Day is for sweat , labor and toil , not to malinger and forebode like a slothful buffoon ! Carve hard rock like master sculptor , punch the clock like a Union steel worker !
  Cut Maple with axe like a tireless lumberjack , plow thirty acres with a mule like Daddy did ! Shovel coal like the Kentucky coal miner , labor at sea like Georgia shrimper ! Lights out at eight o'clock , wake up at five ! Red hots , biscuit , jam and black coffee . Fresh , full , stoked and alive !
Copyright October 3 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Oct 2015 Martina
Daniel Wetter
I’m known to ravage my grammar,
so no one can come get my answers.

I'm damaged,
a rapping savage,
an avid addict, with habits;

in the midst of a challenge.
I pass after I puff it,

I love it,
split it
and roll it
and hit it
like the snooze button.

I’m winning
hitting homes run with
this little written, its lovely.

Sprinting to the finish,
where I diminish the lucky.

Luck is some talent but backwards,
don’t progress with your *** first.

Face first into pavement,
payment for these spitting actors.

I'm not a "goodfella"
but my dinero is stacked up.

A real hero in snake skin,
with some venom thats backed up.

This is the release of a beast,
thats been unleashed with some passion.

I gather up all my madness,
and wear it in a dope fashion!

I’m flashing
like the lights behind my car as it’s crashing.

I’m just shooting at the stars,
with a pistol and laughing.

My luck is on fumes,
God knows how long it's lasted.

Now I laugh at the fact,
at the thought that i ever had it!
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If only you were some ill-conceived conceit:
unlikeable, unreal. cardboard cutout, replete
with evidence of failure, warning signs flashing by like
high-watt highway lights, and eyes so very unlike fullerite.

Your eyes were sharper than diamonds, and nowadays
they cut into me, but I can’t meet their gaze.
And you know what they say:
that  everything looks perfect from far away,
and you look real perfect right now...

I smile at how stupid i sound.
This isn’t a love poem.

When i first met you, you were a whirlwind,
a new friend, an enigma, and every breath we drew
intermixed, condensed by winter’s tricks
till we were somewhat inseparable,
and every word we wrote hid
a smile, every step we took
towards each other bridged miles.

Well you’re less a whirlwind now,
and more an aftermath.

I want these words to reach you
and cut deep:
Love is a dance that takes two
and you broke my feet.
 Oct 2015 Martina
Aditya Shankar
“Is this place taken?”
She asks, a finger pointed
At my empty heart.
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 Oct 2015 Martina
DC raw love
When you think of poems,
you think of rhymes.....

When you think of life,
you think of times....

When you think of feelings,
you think of healing.....

When you think of hurt,
you put love first....

When you think of pain,
it will drive you insane....

When you know your right,
you will always fight.....

Our minds we have,
will always be there....

So controls your thoughts,
that's where it starts...
Who can feel these drops
Who can heal this numbing pain
Can you feel how this heart stops
As tears begin to fall like rain

One drop, two drops, now three
Tear after fallen tear I will cry
Too many drops, I am too blind to see
An empty room and I wonder why

Four drops, five drops, now six
No one will see, no one will come
Broken heart that no one can fix
Too many drops for some
Copyright © Chris Smith 2008
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