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 Jul 2018 Fayre
Jim Davis
Non Sense
 Jul 2018 Fayre
Jim Davis
When could I next hear
The bird's quietness
The wind's rolling
The thunder's boom
The rain's drops

When will I ever again see
The dewdrop's glisten
The grass's green
The sunlight's beam
The flower's preen

How much longer until I smell
The rose's aroma
The perfume's bouquet
The forest's dampness
The first day of May

How many more times will I feel
The touch's tenderness
The cold's bitterness
The water's wetness
The dragon's armor

When is my next time to taste
The whiskey's bite
The meat's blood
The kisses' sweetness
The color of blue

When will I again
Sense your love and
Believe it?
As well as I believed
Those other things

©  2017 Jim Davis
 Jul 2018 Fayre
Boi
Today I dreamt of rain
And I couldn't help but feel nostalgic
The kind where you don't know
what you're nostalgic about
I guess.. I really miss that weather
 Jul 2018 Fayre
Amira
I exist in his lower lip,
and upper teeth.

I exist in the way he used to say my name,
twisted and voluptuous.

I exist in the shade of his black curtains,
the last breathe of his cigarette,
and the slow sip of his drink.

I exist in the backseat of his car,
3 a.m sharp on his wrist watch,
and every knock on my bedroom door.

I exist in the sake of our past,
in every attempt of forgetting him without losing myself,
but I do not exist in his memory.
A.T
 Jul 2018 Fayre
Ashley Chapman
She said:

There have been a ridiculous amount of  synchronicities:
I realise now how much I am in your ocean.

I said:

My dear, then not a drop of dark tincture cast in these clear waters in which we swim,
a vast sea in which no matter at what end you lie,
I feel you in the very reverberations of the molecules around me -
the slightest tremor!

And must turn in your direction and with blind eyes penetrate the depth searching for your form,
and begin the journey to find you and at last embrace you with every ion of my Being...
 Jul 2018 Fayre
Rafael Melendez
Even through the midnight insomnia, drunken, drugged up death binges, I still remember your face. Don't think I'm lying, I still remember the taste of the salt in your tears. Soaking up your hopes and fears, what had I become.

Your death.
Your wake up call.
Your very last piece of failure.

Goodbye.
 Jul 2018 Fayre
Boi
to my Madolyn, Rob , Soliana, Malak, Pinkpearl, Daniel, BJ, Miki, Jules, Willow, Poets Rain, Her, Ashan, Billy, Katelyn, Kirstens, Leah, Emily, Liz, Skyler, HB, Danielle, Robin, Lynnie, Veer, Abigail, and Fawn

We haven't been here long
At all
But your support has been
overwhelming
...to us at least

We haven't written masterpieces
At all
But your responses have been
overpowering
...to us at least

Know we notice you,
Know we recognize you,
and try to get to know you
through the words you present

We could never repay you
At all
But, please, don't forget
we love you
...to say the least

We are honored
We will always work to honor you


Sincerely yours,
A&T (seriously not a ripoff)

P.S.
I can't handle anymore people so you guys are going to have
to help me ****** anyone new coming over. I'll pay.
I know I can do better, but words do escape me when I think of you people
If I forgot anyone, or if you're just lame and want to be addressed as well, let me know.
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