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Bugs in the dark swarm
My screen is not the sunlight
But they know nothing.
Daniel Samuelson Jun 2014
Like a fly trapped inside a house
endlessly buzzing in solitude
beating and
bumping and
banging on the glass
straining for escape
seeing a world more beautiful
and so much less alone,
I hurl myself at pretty girls
longing to find a love
like once I had...

But in the end
It's just my loneliness and me,
and hitting my head against a wall.
This sounds so complainy, I'm tempted to apologize. It's just a comparison that popped into my head when a giant flying beetle ran into the glass door during a late dinner tonight. But forreal it sounded like someone knocking. Sketch. I'm rambling. Goodnight, HP.
Clem N Tine Jun 2014
On Monday I didn't go to school
because you wanted to take me out instead
We walked around the park downtown all afternoon
finally we perched ourselves in the gazebo
immersing ourselves in each other's thoughts
and wading in traded words.
My attention was shattered when a
lady bug landed on my knee. I was baffled-
I exclaimed that it's orange. You laughed and I
coaxed it onto my finger. And you told me
"Some of them are green you know"
I didn't know. I said "maybe those ones just aren't ripe yet"
I played with the bug for a few more seconds
until I felt your gaze, and I lifted my emerald greens
to your cup-of-coffee mahognies. You were looking at me
the way I imagined Gatsby must have looked at Daisy.
And you smiled a little too wide
for the stupid thing I had just said. You touched my chin
and kissed me gently, and i could feel your lips
still frozen in a grin.
But when I looked back down my coveted orange lady bug
had flown away-
and left no trace that he ever came.
Adam M Snow May 2014
Come again, You little Nature's Kin
Written by Adam M. Snow

Sinful and violet beneath the trees,
roses blooming upon the Spring.
They know the truth that lies the bees,
oh little ones who buzz and sing.
Why are you gone? Why are you gone?
Your buzzing decrease upon my lawn.

Are you fleeing, leaving my garden?
Upon my roses still sweet nectar,
for you to take if I must pardon
the intrusion little collector.
Come again, come again
- you little Nature's kin

Take upon you my sweet nectar,
there are many and there are many.
Take all you want, little collector,
there are many beyond plenty.
Take all you want little bee, little bee
- to your hive upon my tree.
It says I have a message
That I have never read
But when I to to 'Unread Messages'
There's empty space instead.

— The End —