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  Oct 2019 Mela
Victoria Jennings
Kings have reigned less time
Than the years I spent loving you.
I'm glad it ended 10/4/17
Mela Nov 2018
Tonight,
I am adorned in baby blue lace.
I have boundaries nevertheless.
  Jun 2018 Mela
Irina BBota
the taste of the wind
reminds me of the sea breeze
inside of Eden
  Jun 2018 Mela
Kara Jean
You're sickening, kisses likeĀ  cyanide

I hide, from a world guesstimating

A potentional of none

The different is done

Procrastination is fun

Imagination is hung

Ticky tack in our lack, it's to late to go back

Steadily we stand, no need to navigate

I won't hesitate

The mundane has won
  Jun 2018 Mela
amabel
A vacant room sign hangs outside the door.
I watch from the lobby as potential customers take a peek and leave, underwhelmed and disappointed with what they see.

Rusted handrails on stairs.
Peeling wallpaper with mold at the edges.
Creaking chairs that barely supports any visitors.

Not that there are any.

Sometimes I think I could convince them to stay for a while.
To fill the empty room, but my mouth refuses to open.
It refuses to sell the room using eloquent, convincing words.

How am I supposed to convince them when I can't convince myself?
I wouldn't stay here if I had the choice, so why would they?

I see the same thing onlookers see.
A beaten-down, useless, sad hotel.
There's too much to fix and repair.
It's beyond the stage of renovation.

So my heart stays vacant.
Things feel better but also worse than before.
More fun, more lonely.
Idk.
Just back at it again with 12:53 a.m. thoughts.
  Jun 2018 Mela
Tanisha Jackland
I propose a toast
to you
a drink
from the top of your
delicate head
to the base of your
soulful feet

I found you
right in the center of the eye
the deluge of you
carried me higher clear across
the barren sky
as if we were supposed to
crash into each other

But
Only material
things get ugly aging
while we become this strange
phenomena wanton and as wild
as the naked wind upon
the thirst of our eagerĀ 
chapped lips
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