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Two cups of coffee at midnight was a bad idea.
At least I am not alone in this room,
I have my lonely feelings to keep me company.
I could reach out to you
except you are probably at some radical party
(because you go to those now)
making out with some girl I used to be friends with back in the day
when things went okay for me
and all I have
is this stupid website where I can
post mediocre and sub-par scribbles
at a half-*** attempt to feel important.

So I won't disturb you
or you or you or you
and anyone else who is off enjoying their lives
free from restrictions
while I am stuck in a box,
shapeless and undefined and constricted
and all kinds of filthy words
because it is 2 a.m.
and I really should not have had
those two cups of coffee
because all I can think of are filthy words.
I cant sleep and not one person on this site can judge my posts
boy
walking
   eyes on me
   eyes on me
what about her?
(i mean she's attractive)
        but she's not  l i k e...
the sound trails
  blood drains
(laughter)
what am i not, boy?
   i can guess
but i will not
                 not
                 not
Her eyes reflect a sadness
that I long to understand
so I'll swim in pools of hazel
float upon warm salty tears
that will flow onto her *****
be absorbed into her skin
catch a ride within the network
of veins leading to her heart
I'll immerse in her dark secrets
read the stories hidden there
maybe then I can unfathom
sorrows of my lady fair

Linda Pahl, 5/23/14
We let the align-
ment of our con-
tact create a new-
lyfound structure:

you dress our bed-
ding over frame-
work, shapes mold-
ing words on paper

as though our truth-
fully plaiting finger-
tips shape a stereo-
type linear tendency.
Often the alignment of words create the most wonderful of coupling. Visual: http://24.media.tumblr.com/d70138f62fd18a99d66afda21a6c4856/tumblr_n6248xVzjm1t9ttljo1_400.jpg
 May 2014 Reece AJ Chambers
Julia
Is it wrong to miss you?

What if we both run
parrallel lines along
snowy walks--
legs stepping across
bleached streets like
soldiers in unison,
at the same time,
together;
but still,
still parallel.
I learned in elementary school
that we can never ever
touch.
Written on a train
 May 2014 Reece AJ Chambers
Luce
run into the sea with me
so I can taste the salt on your skin
I want that tide
to meet as the waves of our lips
crash together

let me fall into you

I'll run my hands over your body
as if I'm looking for
one particular piece of sand,
but I won't be disappointed
if I can't find it

now, see
the sea is beautiful
but I'd rather drown
in the ever changing colours
of the windows of your soul
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