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Alex Bex Jun 2016
The vast exalted sky
blasting through the tight tainted venues-


Raindrops stroke the window
of the empty bar. Tables soiled
with stacked ancient hearts-

A first sip from his drink.



Drowned out rings,
distant whispers,

a tempted calm.



A barmaid stares-

Under the cadence,
slow and dreamy,

something is changing.


They eye each other for a moment


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Alex Bex Jun 2016
A hum in the red sky





terrible sights of deathless tract homes




detached people quiet
around their long dining table


front yards at day
St-Augustine lawn
shivers in silent
madness


he opens the trunk and puts in the bags


curtains stir where
rifts form


always a plot
and a parallel romance



he runs to the cities
he has bigger visions.


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Alex Bex Jun 2016
​By the window,
a child wakes from the light.
Stirring on his mattress,
he watches the walls of his room
live & die
live & die

from the strange electric glow,
still shaking in rhythm
to the hiss of the city night.


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Mahdiya Patel May 2016
Don't you notice how when I hug you I hesitate to let go , this is because in that exact moment everything f
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away and I am attached to you , like our emotional connection becomes visible and I do not let go because I do not want that integration to deform.
Mahdiya Patel May 2016
Everything mystified, the colors of the atmosphere merged into one another and all I could focus on was how good you made me feel.
taia Apr 2016
morning sun rises
filters through the leaves of trees
atmospheric art
Your absence weighs down on me like... Like atmosphere.
Yet being with you
Seems to absolutely crush me.
Why?
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Falling too fast, it's what I feared
I'm going to burn up in the atmosphere
I climbed to high, I wanted to touch a star
I know now, the thought was quite bizarre
In the never ending darkness
It's what I wanted to harness
It was the only light
In my world of perfect night
It was the only blight
Hypnotic music, joyous sounds surround
The fans, all entranced by the performers.
The drummer happily bashes and pounds
Everything he sees shaped like cylinders.

The hi-hat steadily keeps the rhythm,
The bass drum makes a thud, quite powerful.
The crowd can't help but nod along with him
As he makes these beats so insatiable.

The cymbals create such fearful crashes,
And his finely tuned snare shoots roaring pops
Hurtling towards the off-guard masses,
This manic madness just can't seem to stop!

What exactly does he have left to prove?
He simply wants to see everyone *groove!
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