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 Dec 2013 Quinn
Craig Harrison
From an house to the streets
I'm sleeping in the cold
lying on wets sheets

Seeing strangers used to make me wag my tail
but the years on the streets have left me frail
I bleed from my face and paws
and the people that did this to me hide behind their laws

I cry and no one cares
I've been hit by people with chairs
Where are all the charities that people talk about
no one cares even when I shout
Animals have rights and deserve happiness just like us
I feel the caress of my own fingers
on my own neck as I place my collar
and think pityingly
of the kind women I have known.
 Dec 2013 Quinn
Robert Herrick
Have ye beheld (with much delight)
A red rose peeping through a white?
Or else a cherry (double graced)
Within a lily? Centre placed?
Or ever marked the pretty beam
A strawberry shows half drowned in cream?
Or seen rich rubies blushing through
A pure smooth pearl, and orient too?
So like to this, nay all the rest,
Is each neat niplet of her breast.
 Dec 2013 Quinn
Harry J Baxter
you took the words of wise men on a whim
dug yourself out a nice shiny foxhole
to shelter from the ricochets of words best left unsaid
but your maw aches
and those wise words
fall fat and useless
so ******* anyways
I'll find my own wisdom
I'll be laughing in kingdoms of never more
once I find the right word
 Dec 2013 Quinn
Harry J Baxter
I'm not Shakespeare, not some romantic poet clad in flowers and doves
I'm no Fitzgerald, a dapper socialite at home with the intellectuals and aristocrats
I'd like to be Hemingway, a man in all senses of the word, guided by a certain wit and drive
Hell, I'd even take Bukowski, or Kerouac, drug addled and safe in the strength of my arrogance
I'm not your favorite department store
no recognizable brand
no jewelry
My love is not measured in the moments quenched with awe
no symphonies or trips to the opera house
In a dime store I trudge through the aisles of shelves
rummaging through the lost and found of people long forgotten and dead
I find a necklace, shells strung together on a piece of fishing line and I think of you
young and happy with a bucket and a *****
so curious as to the motion of the ocean, you slowly approach
only to run away - giddy in your fear - as the cold tide licks at your heels
digging up ***** to show to your Mom and Dad
I think of you, my hand clutching that Dime store necklace
I think of you now
Me so intrigued, I draw up my plans with tact
only to crumble before you
I am the shells you dug up
I am the fishing line your dad cut off for you
the knots he taught you to make
I am your lost and found
helplessly missing you always
I am your Dime Store love
 Dec 2013 Quinn
Claire Ellen
music enters my mind
words come out
spill on this paper
bleed onto my hands
work on your body,
work in the shop
drop
       drop
              drop
that gotdame weight,
sorry i don't use Gods name
in vein,
in my viens, you'll see my blue blood side.
Come deeper into my lungs,
you'll see my deep breathing sacs.
Dont go deeper, you'll see my brain
my thoughts
                      my words
                                        my-my-my-
mine. Those words are mine,
and they will stay that way
until I decide when is best to tell you.
Tell you, feel you, I wont use you.
Don't fear the love given upon you.
Music repeating
to keep the beating,
MIA. What? you've never seen me in action?
or is it missing in action?
Do those mean the same thing?
What about Heaven and Hell,
Do those mean the same thing?
One can't exist without the other, so
I guess so.
I stand on my on guesses,
you can persuade me easily,
if you have hard evidence that means something.
Don't waste my time,
I'm on a schedule.
Interrupt and you'll be sorry.
But I invited you, remember?
I said to come swim in my veins,
that doesn't mean I'll let you out though.
Be careful, once your in there,
It's hard to come unattached to some
one big eyed, big sass, big assed
as me.
Opps, dont like my language?
To bad for you, I'm not sorry,
You must have just been overprotected
and under responded too.
Honey, I do what I want with your permission or not.
Don't do that, it makes me too hot.
Dance
          dance
                      dance
like the world is ending.
Jump on my shoulders lets go for a ride.
AK-47, you know what that means?
It means, I got one and you don't,
It means don't **** around.
Love me or don't.
Don't string me like some puppet.
I'll rip through your mastery,
and show the world the fake you are.
Be you,
and see that really,
your not as bad as me.
 Dec 2013 Quinn
Doni Marmer
Summer sun was gone into nothingness
Bitter orange, sour salt, and hummingbirds
All gone, dissapear into endless loop
My hand shiver after what I thought today is the end of the world

Mosquitos massacare season ended
Flies strikes into all of those dead memories
Cats having *** without blind folded
Dogs barking without any remedies

Sun, where the light goes?
Following the rights of moon to say darkness comes so fast
My seatbelt tucked on what's it called serenity, because
I need to mingle with the light, all of them mass

Lift me up so high
Watch me fly away
Choose me becaus I'm right
And throw me back away, because you don't want me to stay

Let's mingle with the summer light, grieving light, light with thousands of hope
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