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 May 2013 Melaina
CR
everyone suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues,
and this is mine:

love is not blindness and his especially
his love was not blindness
he saw everything:
what was there
what wasn’t

nonetheless he rested at reading-glass distance
everything in hyperfocus and bigger, like he wanted
like a futuristic camera: oversaturated, overbright

love is not blindness—

love is literature, or wine, or a lens flare
his filled my gaps with what he wanted there
he saw more than the camera did

I cannot condemn, nor could I ever, his amber propensity
to imagine me. to beg literature is a dodge
of responsibility of which we are all
most equally
guilty

and the devil is in the details
that stitched up such an
achingly different forever
than the one he saw

love is not blindness—
his wasn’t, and mine wasn’t
—but it is literature: permission to fill the page
permission to distrust, like I did then
like I do still

forgive me my own amber propensity
to feel the paradox
there
 May 2013 Melaina
RetroAddiction
Never have I ever met a girl quite like you,
Never have I ever seen the skies oh so blue.
Our time together makes life go so slow,
Being with you assures me to know.
That we'll be together until the end of time,
Baby girl, I'm so happy your mine.
We've been some rough patches,
But it'll be okay.
We'll make it to tomorrow,
Forever and a day.
 May 2013 Melaina
Nick Durbin
Love
 May 2013 Melaina
Nick Durbin
Senses are heightened -
Imaginations aligned,
Fabrications of thought become truth...

A simplistic explanation -
Minute in existence,
Yet, monumental in significance...

The inner workings of hope defined,
Outlined to give reason to the universe -
To give purpose to the soul...

A word,
A feeling,
An expression -

Love.
This had someone in mind when being wrote, and inspired by the creative people I surround myself with... May we begin our revolution, and spark a flame to ignite the people of this world.
 May 2013 Melaina
August
You are a bloomin' kiss,
I wouldn't want to miss this.
Dancing around the room,
Circling the lovely moon.
Hand in cool hand,
We'll dance and dance and dance.
Kiss me until I fall away,
*'Till I'm nothing but foamy waves.
And I'll wait for you where the sand meets the grass.
Under the stars.

© Amara Pendergraft 2013
 May 2013 Melaina
DP Younginger
Emptiness,
Hopelessness,
Reasons to disappear into nothing,
No one would miss me,
No one would Care that I left,
Not even she,
The crush I long for each and everyday,
I talked to her,
I had A lot on my mind,
Maybe too much for her to transact,
I don't know where I went wrong,
She left without even saying good-bye,
That's all she needed to Say and I would have been fine,
The two disheartening words that I longed to hear from her voice,
Good-bye,
But how can you even speak to a girl that doesn't even know you exist,
Frequency is not the key to a relationship,
Neither is ever saying more than two words to that Person in reality,
An animated world with a spruce of reality on the side,
Why say good-bye in person?
She won't hear me,
She won't tap the corner of her Eye,
Not even a breath,
I look up,
She looks down,
A face ashamed by my presence,
My heart hurts for a girl who doesn't even believe I am visible,
A small frame of a sad face,
That's all I appear to her and her mentality,
A picture of a friend that could never be noticed,
Seven long hours I wait to hear her words that can only be seen,
Seven long hours in the making of another step towards a disaster waiting to happen,
I speak,
She listens,
I persuade,
She ignores,
I love,
She just stares ahead,
Why?
I was there yesterday when she said hello,
Where am I today?
A secret is revealed,
She knows the secret I have kept from her for so long,
I guess that is why a simple "hello" is proportionately out of the question,
It's all Right,
Keep staring ahead,
You look your way,
And I'll look my way.
 May 2013 Melaina
DP Younginger
At night, my sleep- it ponders.
At day, my sleep- it wanders.
I search for the core of my thoughts, to drift into the feathers.

Of course-
They are separated by silk or satin.
By now-
I must have warmed both halves of my body.

It's 3 am...
I'm two hours late.
But the rabbit has no time to waste.
Everyone wonders where to find love,
they'll look left, right, below, and above.
But what they don't seem to understand,
is that love must be given to them by hand.
The greatest of things come unexpected,
to those who are not impatiently infected.
So try closing your eyes, and opening your heart,
then you and your lover can't be too far apart.
 May 2013 Melaina
Jared
Last Call
 May 2013 Melaina
Jared
Last call friends
Last call friends, he repeated two times strong,
      desperate for an answer or slight recognition from familiar faces,
      white and pale these faces are today, cold like statues lost in a popular fog,
      the table, the only thing to show a hint of care, mimicking his every turn, scream and tear smashing against the unpolished torn wood below his hands,
      a sick repetition falls over him as his rage quickly fades and his voice becomes horse,
      slightly lowering his hands back to the table, closing his eyes embraced by apathy he stands,
      letting his arms fall to his side and with one more glance he confronts those cold statues with a silent whisper,
Last call friends,
Last call friends, he repeated two times soft.
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