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 Dec 2013 Melaina
Kylie Wallen
She never liked herself
And when she met him
She turned into someone else.

*this is how love works for me
 Oct 2013 Melaina
Nick Durbin
As the light fades, and the darkness settles over my room,
My thoughts are engulfed by you –
A woman whom has encapsulated my struggled journey through this world…
She, who received my heart and simply kept it –
So, I watch as the sun sets on this day,
Flickering against the porch and the clouds above -
Fading over my horizon, and shedding light on the beginning of yours…
I reach for the fiery embers and dissolve into the sea of orange and red,
Melting into the sky, in search of your beauty –
Bursting ‘cross the shores, crawling over the ebbing tides,
Erasing shadows, meticulously illuminating each minute morsel, each delicate droplet of life –
The arrays pouring over your skin, as I soak into your golden brown complexion,
Seeping deeper and deeper, layer by layer…
Flooding your body; saturated,
I am a part of you, I am now yours -
This poem is for Jing, the woman I have met through poetry and love through delicate words...
At night I Gaze at the stars
before
I open up the doors
Oh how they shine through
the darkness like
...rain when it pours.
But there light is dim
I believe that
it is why I gaze
upon them, Hoping to feel
some rays of its heat
on my frigged skin.
The Sun provides energy for nearly
every living thing on Earth. It also
warms our planet's surface to create a virtual oasis
"in the coldness of space." The biggest star around,
The only one true Light, and when it comes in sight
the darkness is frightened, only
then we are truly enlightened.
© 2013
Nic fits, the little fluctuations
in my otherwise flat emotional
geography. Twenty fatal hour
glasses daily, dividing the time
    filling empty space
with their swirling whisps.
 
Brown-stained fingers fish
out another from a limp
soft-pack. Another disposable
morsel, tip kissed with another
disposable BIC, torched down
to the filter by another disposable
“I,” then cast into the gutter—
with the rest.
 
(Then a fit of hacking like steel striking
 birch quashes any implicit poetry.)
 Oct 2013 Melaina
Kaila Wenker
A setting sun,
a bead of light,
a gentle reminder
of the coming night.
The world is asleep
but my mind wont stop
wandering to where you are.
Are you near?
Or are you far?

A rising sun,
a burst of light,
the coming day
a world so bright.
I did not sleep
so I cannot wake.
I could not find you
in the night.
You were not searching.
Am i right?
 Oct 2013 Melaina
WordsOfLoved
Undress my mind
stumble through the twisting and winding maze of my inner desires
peel back the external to reveal the internal
figure out the parts of me that I refuse to explore
map out my heart
know its reason for beating
trace the blue blood filled veins that stretch along my body
capture me with words
impress me with puzzles
stun me with expectations
 Oct 2013 Melaina
Madeline
hello, poetry.
no, no, keep your seat.
i just wanted to talk to you about
how i can't stop writing you.
if you could stop pushing into my head
and making my fingers itch
and my eyes wander,
and if you would stop showing up in the margins
of my geometry homework,
well,
i guess i just wouldn't be me anymore
(probably be doing better in geometry though).
so, i was going to ask you to stop.
but, on the other hand -
it would get pretty lonely.
just me and the margins.
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