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Anahí Ake Jun 11
Suave llena de sonrisas,
Sola siendo sencilla,
Que no domina estar en esa silla,
Vuelo tras vuelo, nostalgia tras algas.

Una amistad está en juego,
Tristes y felices en ese momento,
Peones y peones, arruinaron lo perfecto,
Palabras y letras , arruina lo imperfecto.

Ricitos lleno de amor,
Como un simple nombre se nombró ,
Dio y no dio, que se originó bolillo,
Olvide y se quedó, lo que me obsequió,
Algo que sería nuestro, se destruyó,
Como paisaje en NY.

Amistad sincera y ruidosa,
Porque nunca fuimos silenciosas,
Horas tras horas, ojeras tras ojeras,
Éramos las únicas, mejores amigas,
Éramos las más perfectas, en esa época,
Lágrimas y lágrimas, pérdidas silenciosas,
juntas nos levantábamos, juntas estábamos
¿Fue solo un sueño del paisaje en NY?

A las dos nos gustaba junio,
Por las lluvias con llamadas,
Diarias risas, varias nostalgias,
La temporada de lluvia, hace recordarlo,
Pero tú no estás acá para recomendarlo.

Vivir duelos, me hiciste verlos,
Me volviste más fuerte,
Me construí, gracias a ti,
Soy como soy, por ti,
Dulce pero amarga, es Anna,
“era linda pero débil”
Pero morenita construyó a Anna.

Cuidad de luces y pantallas,
Paisajes hermosos de idioma diferente,
Tomaste el avión sin despedirte,
Que mi corazón se quedó triste,
Al terminar algo que nunca estuviste.

No quería reemplazarte,
Pero han pasado 4 años,
Que el amor y la amistad , duelen similar,
Pero en esta ocasión, esta amistad.

No estás muerta, estás muerta en mí,
Sigo pensado que tú eras,
El complemento de Anna,
Así que Anna fingía amar y querer,
Cuando alguien ocupó tu lugar.

Morenita de cabello *****,
¿Dime que te hice?,
Porque esto no tuvo fin,
Si eras el complemento perfecto,
De un paisaje sin defectos,
Lleno sin contexto.

Morenita de cabello *****,
Playera de linda vista,
Libros con playa,
Era esa chica que se llamaba
“Mi mejor amiga “,
Donde ambas fuimos felices,
en mis sueños tristes.
Best friends?

Anna~
G Jun 10
I’m trying my best not to pull away when i feel unwanted, but i feel gravity pulling me by my arm

Even as i dig my heels into the rugged ground to try and stay

I can feel the string that tethers us try to fray

I keep re-tying the knot

Over.. and over.. again

I want to stay

Please help me feel that way
G Jun 10
She said she can’t love you for more then two days

And yet you both still act like a couple

But if i were to love you, i would love you for eternity

I would love you every waking moment if you only gave me a chance

And the sad part is, i can never say that i love you more then friends

Because you love her

And she might love you

And i’ll forever be the third wheel
Spicy Digits Jun 9
All eyes narrowed on The One
Here comes the voting, voting
Tongues poised for validation,
Ever doting, devoting.

To keep us all in check, below,
The arena's set of old man lies, lies
Confidence overflows,undeserved
Them ego's high, so fight.

Dying slowly from lack of oxygen
Stench of fakery, faking
I've only ever wanted real connections
And for that I'm broken, breaking.
Kyle Kulseth Jun 8
Leak into another night
     I am dead mechanical
Cut black lines into my skin
     Tattoo me with asphalt
Touch my face one time--kiss me goodbye with an insult
          I'm just fading tail lights
          It isn't my fault.

               Your fingertips are tracing something...
         And my reddened eyes are craving something...
     Some might hope for for the weather's improvement,
                        but, me?, I'm hard in love
                        with the cold front that's
                                     moving in.

Let me crawl across the sky--
     a skull coated in red wine.
The Titan's getting tipsy.
     I'm at home in the sweating night.
Cracked my ribs one time, kissing asphalt on Orange Street
          Then I had to stand up
                    screaming
      after sweating through sheets!

                My memory surrendered something...
            Your frozen face was mending something...
        Might have hoped for condition's improvement,
                        but, me?, I'm hard in love
                           with my aching--that's
                                     all I am.

Dead Mechanical
     Romanticize it.
Dead Mechanical
     I can't eclipse it!
Make me fiction, or ***** my fingertips.
     Let me lie. I am Dead Mechanical.
Fell in love with having nothing better to do than hate ourselves. Is it any wonder we hate each other, too?
Anais Vionet Jun 6
I’m new to ‘self-directed study,’ it’s a construction I’ve never known. It’s kind of a faustian bargain that resembles another self-paced activity—treading water. The program’s like an immersive plunge in deep, choppy, informational seas.

On the other hand, instead of dark, crowded auditorium classes, we’ve been studying, on sunny mornings, out by the pool, where there’s a summer-camp-like vibe.

When I say 'we', I mean Chella and I, we’re a two-girl study group. I’ve only known her for 13 days but we have a lot in recent-common. She was in my Yale graduation class (last month) but our paths never really crossed at Yale.

She’s a tall, lithesome, black girl from Miami Florida. Not the sandy beach Miami, where palm trees sway, bikini clad models strut and flamingo-pink art-deco bars face the ocean. No, she’s from the Liberty City ghetto—and she has stories.

She say’s that getting her Yale acceptance was a sea change. People were incredulous, as if aliens had landed or everyone in her high school had won the lottery, There’s a sad but steely resignation in her voice when she says she’s never going back there, "Evah."

So, it’s 86°f here in Boston, MA, and we’re out studying by the pool. There isn’t a cloud or bird in the sky and the sun looks—well, honestly, we’re not looking at the sun—we’re college graduates—we’re in the shade. I was afraid the pool would be summer-time crowded but we’ve been the only one’s here all week. We plunge into the pool and then read.

As Blue Coupe by Twin Peaks finished playing on my Bose Soundbar, Chella professed, “I literally LOVE that song.”
“I’ve loved that song since 8th grade,” I agreed.
“I don’t think my musical taste will ever be better than it was in 8th grade.” Chella confided.
“8th grade’s when everyone’s up on trends,” I said, thinking back.

We read for a while. The only thing tainting our near resort-core experience, is the flood of material we must cover.

“I want to be jolly,”  I declared to the universe,“I’m holding that today.”
“You keep yourself so grounded,” Chella said, “like you refuse to delight in anything!”
“That’s not true!” I gasped.
“Yes, it is!,“ she updogged, if anything goes wrong, you’re just done.”
“NOoo!” I laughed. “Ok, two things, if two things go wrong,” she amended.
“That’s fair.” I admitted, “I’m a two chance girl.”  
“That’s fair,” she agreed, then she added, “I’m going to switch the vibe up.”
‘SIREN by Shygirl’ began banging as we went back to our reading.
‘Self directed study’ has it’s advantages.
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Songs for this:
Count Contessa by Azealia Banks & Lone
Blue Coupe by Twin Peaks
SIREN by Shygirl
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 06/05/25:
Sea change =  a big and sudden change or transformation.
The Outlet Jun 5
This one is for the ones we miss,
Sweet memory's translucent kiss.
For the boys and girls back home,
Friendly faces I know.
This one's for the things we never said,
For the ones we wish we did.
athomk Jun 2
my heart still skips a beat
when you send a message,
my phone goes beep beep.

          we're just friends now,
          why does my heart miss beats
          when i hear your beeps?

                  why am i not over you?
                  why can't i stop,
                  stop feeling...

                           feelings so strong, like a thumb
                           hovering over
                                    your name.
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