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Life Jul 2014
I will go to the worst of bars,
Share a drink with memories
Take shots with anxiety
Pick a fight with clarity
Get kicked out with hangovers.
Arturo Hernandez Jun 2014
I have these
pictures in my head
that give me a road map
to the life I want to have.
I saw you last night and
you were with me at the bar
sitting across from me
and in that moment
I saw one of those
faint pictures that
I don't often
come across.
Braulio Romero Jun 2014
I was hanging out with ghouls and demons
Met a man named Johnny
He bought me a drink and he wasn’t from another world
Hey Johnny hey Johnny what’s the price of a dance?
Let me melt in your eyes

Boy to Man
I’m not at all
Hey Johnny Hey Johnny
Up to a groove
Switching our feet on the dance floor and making a move
I’m feeling like I’m on the moon

Haunting me
Making me dance with something invisible
Johnny are you there?
Are you a ghost or man?
Or not at all
Oh my goblins
Aaron Bray Jun 2014
Worship in vanity the thread count in linen
Sacred vestments of Gucci Inquisition
Crimson is the season
She called it blood orange
I simply saw blood
Diamonds in her ears
Stole the glory from the stars
Dull brown eyes hide
Below saturated blue
Lenses to hide her shame
That she wasn’t born a princess
Perhaps prince charming awaits
In another dive bar
Holding a whiskey sour
elizabeth Jun 2014
I singe my hair dry
so it stays perfectly straight
even as I toss it over my shoulder
pretending I don't care
about your overused compliments
and your cinematic lines

I fill up my pores
with liquid lust
so that when I force myself to turn away
my skin glows with the kind of confidence
that can only be bought
in drug store chains

I rip every leg hair
from it's follicle home
so that when you graze my knee
with your lying fingers
you feel my vulnerable skin
and touch my soul in a way
that freezes my body to stone

I pull on the tightest dress
in hopes that it squeezes out
my crazy, romantic thoughts
and leaves nothing but the curves you desire

I speak perfectly chosen words
that I barely hear
because they are not my own
but they will win you over

I do all of this
just to come home alone
at the end of the night
and crawl into my bed
and think about the guy
I would rather have performed for
during this production
Mary Christopher May 2014
There once was a man and a girl
Alone in the world,
Both almost forgotten.

But one lonely night,
He only did sight
The girl alone at the bar.

Her eyes matched the stars
As he came from afar.
He joined that girl,
And they twisted and twirled
Both without a thought.

The forgotten man almost forgot to say
The one reason he never looked away.

It could have been her eyes
That shined as if they were stars.
It could have been
The way she looked at his scars.
It could have been the way they danced and didn’t think,

But the one true reason he couldn’t look away was
She was quite a vision in pink.

m.c.c.
SM May 2014
When the streetlights
turn their gaze
to the empty roads,
Leave your sight
in chipped glasses
and your love
in tipped wine
on the floor

Burn your gaze
to me
and move your words
through me
with this toxic love
of blinding mercy
to the lonely night
and the longing to share it
with another
until the sobering dawn

or let this be nothing more
than hazy remains
of a bitter night romance
of cheap wine
and empty words
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