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 Jun 2015 Melinda Éva
Gary
The parachute won't open
I'm headed towards ground
My once white underwear
Is now a shade brown.
 Jun 2015 Melinda Éva
niamh
Jungle
 Jun 2015 Melinda Éva
niamh
Evolved from apes?
We hide our treacherous deeds behind smiling faces.
Our leaders offer up promises worth
Their weight in air.
Our children are a future we're slowly but surely destroying.
We didn't evolve.
The apes just realized the jungle is safer
 Jun 2015 Melinda Éva
Chris
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Something oh so little and so tiny in its stance
A slowly burning ember in the night
To fan the flames eternal in the movement of the dance
Satisfaction in its glowing light

Breathing of the mist now hanging softly in the song
Hearing as the voices echo new
Watching for the flames of life which surely come along
Standing in the beauty of the view

Wishes sent on falling stars we search for in the sky
Prayers now whispered clearing of our mind
Hoping that the answers come as sparks now floating by
Trusting that the proof is what we’ll find

Reaching for the reasons that this love is here to stay
Gazing on this tiny star so true
Something oh so little lights our hearts along its way
*All I need to show my love for you
Good night Beautiful
And I want to tell her that I understand
what it feels like to be fake, insignificant,
and a shadow on the sidewalk of society.

And I want to tell her that I also borrow
the experiences of others --
that I, too, learn feelings
by stopping and staring at personal wreckage,
like a tourist of emotions,
like an inevitable wish of a human being.
Fascist fascist
Fascinating
Liberating or degrading
Hangs from single strings
Nothing comes and no one sings
No one laughs and nothing breaks
See the cracks drip down my face

Fascist fascist
Fascinating
Fascinating fascist face
Flash-forward foreshadow
White cold lace
Not as durable as we first thought
But the car is packed
In the parking lot
I light the cigarettes we bought
And now there is no going back
Not back to there
Nor back to that
Not back to night
Nor back to day
Nor back to summers
Far away

Fascist fascist
Fascinating
Forget my fascist family tree
The fascist fascist memory
And moustache moustache damaging
Or fresco firefly reverie
Just tell me that I’m yours
Sign the line
Like you have before
This is where we are right now
Two souls alive
In the empty town
Two souls alive
In the ******* ghost god-empty town.

So, What think you of Whitman?
And what say I of Plath?
I understand all but maybe half
On my greatest finest day
(dearest, how’d we get this way?)
How’d we fall so far from grace?
How’d this canyon split my face?
Maybe it’s the trace trace amounts of fascist.

Fascist fascist
Fascinating
Friday fickle convocating
Tragic talent intubating
All the world smiles, undulating
But in the end
You’re still a fascist.
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