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Rebecca Cerrone Nov 2016
Crashing oceans, hypnotic slow motion.
Tides rolling onto shore.
She dances under the super moon,
Wild and timeless.
Connected to the universe,
She breathes in the stars, as the wind plays with her hair,
And my how she out shines the sky.
JR Rhine Nov 2016
Smoke scintillated by ***** lights
Scent of cheap beer and cigarettes
Arms and legs and heads and butts
                mashed
      mangled
            mingling

In a space ejecting bravado
responding to the auricular bludgeons
plucking veins and boiling blood
arms and legs flailing like spiders
hammered by raindrops

Calloused voices scream through feedback
eking out of anguished amplifiers
while jungle drums synchronize hearts
to their frantic pulse

New friends old friends celebration
in sweaty embraces chanting screaming
stumbling outside the gates of eternity
sidewalk where we gathered round the sordid soapbox
and cast beleaguering gargantuan buildings
and endless cataclysmal streets
into abeyance

to prance along these old sidewalk cracks
stumbling along cigarette butts and beer cans
efflorescing under amative neon lights whose bombinate glow
tingles our skin and dazzles our eyeballs
rolling back into our skulls in the wake of ecstasy
billowing over our ambulant bodies

Friday nights
     Saturday nights
              Sunday nights
skipping school on a week day
braving city night life to find us in the nooks
they forgot to sweep out
where trash collects and pretends
to be unwavering and implacable
for a moment

Til it's back on the streets we spill out upon like puke
like the beer sticking to checkerboard floors
and we float home on the feedback high singing in our ears to sleep
dreaming of these ecstasies as something perennial
in punk lover's dreams

Pure when we're filthy.
Listen to Beach Slang.
Super beast Nov 2016
Somber stare into your deep eyes that bleed out fire from your soul, encapsulate me and swallow me like a pill. I’m a slave to your deepest desires, I please you in every way you want to be pleased. The life I now breathe is you, the millions of thoughts that occupy my mind are filled with you, I miss you when you’re here, I miss you more when you’re not. And as my soul gets thirsty I think of you to replenish the spiritual nutrients my body needs just to get by. Life is ugly sometimes but just one of your smiles proves to me that life is not. Because you ARE living proof that life is truly BEAUTIFUL. All these words are just verbal *******, and beating around the bush, to the simple fact that “I LOVE YOU”. But  I don’t ******* have to tell you anything because deep down inside you already ******* know.
Cné Nov 2016
sometimes,
i like to dance
with the devil
burning eyes upon me
in hypnotic dazzle
my toes easily
sweep away inhibitions
quieting my angelic
voice's suspicions
as whispered words
brush thine ear
my entranced ego
has no fear
endangering
as it may be
our bodies entanglement
appears free
with soaring thoughts
of ecstasy
we ebb and flow
in ****** mystery
seduced in music
playing rhythmically
ecstatically,
i dance willingly
Julia Jaros Nov 2016
Observo-te como observo a lua
Cobiçando o inalcançável
Esperando por um triunfo
Onde o fracasso já foi fadado.

Um vislumbre de suas emoções
Mil caminhos a considerar
Tais suposições me enlouquecem
Me chamando para dançar.

De mim as ações não tomam formas
Parada na pista de dança a observar
Um corpo separado da mente
Chora silenciosamente a luz do luar.

Platonicamente o mundo gira
Nossas vidas se entrelaçam
E juntas traçam
Um futuro indigno
Ouvindo outros gritos no espaço.

Guiada pelo medo
Com as estrelas a me chamar
Sussurrando-me a possibilidade
De nossas estrelas estarem juntas
A brilhar.

A mente grita não
A mente grita sim
Em um mundo de sonhos
Esperando da realidade
O estopim.
Julia Jaros Nov 2016
Sonha em se vestir com as nuvens
Cantar para uma platéia no topo da montanha mais alta
Sentir a luz do sol infiltrando seu corpo
Compartilhando o brilho entre si.

Beijar sem machucar
Divertir sem causar alvoroço
Ver sem precisar matar
nem correr para qualquer pescoço.

Beber um licor no bar mais caro
Flertar com os bonitões
Um volume a mais em suas calças
Escapando-lhes os botões.

A única platéia daquelas asas pretas,
aveludadas
Era o limo da gruta
Não corria, nem se assustava
Batia palmas quando ela cantava.
Se apaixonara.

Como poderia dar certo?
Ela queria o mundo
Saia todo dia por um segundo
Queimando-se
Por um breve trinfo.
Dev Nov 2016
"To watch the water of the open ocean dance as it bathes in sunlight, there is not a more calming sight."
I wrote this during my last deployment. It means a lot to me.
Charlie Hazels Nov 2016
Should be crying but I want to laugh
And dance in glee
Where are my tears?
The rivers are dry and the sun beats down
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