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Aaron Combs Jun 2020
This, this song I made you, let it pierce your heart,
like the silver moon earrings, the ones I gave you,close your eyes,

Let me hold you on high.
Let me hold you on high.

Like the Kansas fields that outnumber the stars,
let's walk on the wheat fields of gold, for even
if I can't forgive you, my heart will freely love you.

Over and over, over and over,

like red Georgia Peaches,  like Florida Beaches,
wave after wave, I’ll show you a new song,
So we can be one again,  let it all sweep you away.  
For the diamonds at dusk, are waiting for us.

For like the Chicago sunrise, let the power of it's sunrise,
sing you back to life, until you are alive and washed by dreams.

Embrace me, hold on, like a California dream, pretend it's just me,
like the ring on your finger, let this be,
let this be, a time between you and me.

For if you harden your heart, lets go back to one,
let me be like your silver moon earrings,

let me hold you on high.
let me hold you on high.
din le lo May 2020
Why can’t I shake you?
Why can’t I let you go?
“Is this scale accurate?”
Perplexed I let it go
But not you
Not Chicago
So natural warning me before I entered
Assuring me before nightfall
Are you trapped inside of me forever?
5 am on a Wednesday
You come to me as I stare past save the dates
Billie Marie May 2020
Meet me under the thorny tree
near the fishing pier, my Love
and I will sing a song you will want to hear
above all man’s kind of sirens
A melody to drown out popping death cracks
and stomping footsteps of captivity
And, I will paint for you a memory
in shades of purple and green
to recolor spinning red flames
that glisten in flowing crimson
stains of our demise
And I will show you a clearing in the path
you always knew was here
even if you couldn’t see it
past the pretty city lights
Owen Feb 2020
I flew up to Chicago
for you.
I needed to see you
hear you
share your air.
I hoped to fall
in love
with you
while there.
Old friend.

But instead
I found a city of dreams,
lovers,
fidelity.
I held on to my hat and my chest
as the windy city swept me off my feet.
As I wished you'd let me sweep you off yours.
I tasted the heart of the town
heard its song,
was dazzled
by its waters, lights, people.
You belong here.
In this place
away from me, but forever in my memories.
I cant forget you
I've tried to
For so long.
But we are better off
apart.
As friends.
It hurts but its true.
I could never satisfy you
in this place.
I wish you the best,
Chicago is where I'll put us
to rest.
Christian C Apr 2020
One hundred and three stories above a city
With jagged edges and winds that cut

With accidents that spill blood,
Fires that deafen,
Viruses that debilitate and exhaust,
Dread overflows from the hearts and hands of the people who love their city, their home

Distress enkindles compassion, defensiveness,
attentiveness until help arrives,
independence in those who know the responsibility of survival's continuum befalls on them,
necessitating community protect community,
beyond sleep-deprived eyes and peace-starved lungs

One hundred and three stories and counting of lives that cross and coalesce above a city
With jagged edges and winds that cut
With people who stand and shield one another from the piercing wind
Expecting nothing in return
Martin Narrod Oct 2019
Somewhere something menacing is happening

Overtaking the mind cantankerous me, here inside the apartment. No longer making plans, exciting friends, hosting

anything

More than a before noon call to maintenance or planned visit from someone else’s friend- concocted thirteen months ago. What has made them so afraid to ever allow themselves to enjoy, the chance at sour or sweet, umami, or something in between vexes these feet under-beat.

Seemingly never to trammel a midnight sidewalk or sweaty cramped R&B/Soul Dance party.

some third floor walk up

4:00a.m.

stranger’s unfurnished creative space

Friday untied to Monday
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