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 Jun 2016 PJ Poesy
Edgar Gordon
Ink ran down my arm,
followed soon thereafter by blood.

"Don't judge a book by its cover."
but why then, do we cover them with art?

I wish to be bound in leather,
and printed upon so people know exactly what these pages are about.
it wasn’t that i didn’t know if i loved you,
i was just afraid you didn’t love me back.

I’m scared
but I have you

don’t be scared
darling you’ll always be enough

you whisper your love.
tonight you yelled it and our neighbors heard

I love you felt undefined but sincere
a confusion we both shared
maybe it was just I that was confused.

It’s the favorite sweater i never get to wear
i promise i’ll never take it off
lying to you - keaton henson
 Jun 2016 PJ Poesy
Ankit J Chheda
Everything bad that can happen will happen,
Every love we seek will be lost some day,
The answers we want will not be found,
The desire of acceptance will not be fulfilled,
Yet some how it occurs every once in a while,
Making it's way to us through traffic,
Look out behind all the disappointments,
The inevitable good is waiting in line.
 Jun 2016 PJ Poesy
Stephan

Frozen flavors
on a stick,
delicious and
so very sweet

Orange, cherry
watermelon,
take your pick
it can’t be beat

Something cold
and so refreshing,
on your lips
to quell the heat

Then we’ll share
popsicle kisses,
my all time favorite
summer treat
 Jun 2016 PJ Poesy
Denel Kessler
the life I had
the one unmade
by knots of love
bound and gagged
for all my failings
take the blame
there is no mending
hearts estranged

layers sloughed
to make for new
leave behind
what I can't use
in forgiveness
find recourse
release the tether
of remorse
 Jun 2016 PJ Poesy
Stephan

While mesmerized by the sunset
on a paint by number sky,
my brush followed
watercolor curves blending
into the outline of my heart

When a cool twilight breeze
swept me away on
soft pastel dreams
of you and me beneath a
full moon’s glow

Sharing a summer evening
filled with our deepest desires,
counting starlit kisses
under a velvet heaven’s
shimmering canvas

Till over my shoulder
a pink hyacinth morning smiled
and I surrendered to the dawn
of a love that is a new masterpiece,
each and everyday
 Jun 2016 PJ Poesy
r
I'm sick to death of me
living vicariously
through meaning-
less words like
a mocking bird
mocking a gull
on a wave-less shore
or a man without oars
(f)or a life (raft) on a lost
ship adrift in an angry sea
and no anchor or eyes
on the horizon somewhere
west of anywhere but here.
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