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Elizabeth Hynes Sep 2014
One turns to the other
Speaks in a triangled tongue
The other turns its back
And says what should be sung

One withdraws its claws
The other is likely to pause
Kaye Berry Sep 2014
I am enveloped by your warmth
Beating the sun’s eternal rays
A wondrous exposure of enthralling captivity
By the stellar beams of your embrace

Digits intertwined like wires
In a rocketship’s engine with
Pressure locked softly in our hold
Like gravitational glue of touch

You say,
“You are celestial”
And my lungs had blown up
An influx of blood
Travel to the lining of my face
When your mouth broke into
An astral curve after

You are my halcyon sea
Moving like a quiet prayer
Like satellite signals  
From the waves of space
And of the briny undertow
In our cosmic dance

Ebbing like a small sailboat
We rocked back and forth
To the trance of humming machines
Of clockwork
And graced by the heat of the guiding stars

I feel like a planet
Protected by your stardust
him
If I ever had a time machine
or something of the like.
I would travel back in time
to when you were maybe
seven or eight.
I would tell you things were going
to go down hill
I would tell you that you were going to cry.
That life would seem hopeless.
That your childlike dreams would die soon.

But I would also tell you that you'd grow.
You would grow to be so strong
like a eucalyptus tree.
So that no matter how many times you are burned;
you'd survive.
That you would want to **** yourself.
But  sweetie. That's okay.
Because living is what proves you're strong.
I'd tell you that through all this ****,
you'd have friends.
Yes, at some point they'd leave this
stupid island.
But that's alright.
They won't ever really be gone.
I'd tell you that one day we would be friends.
That I'd want to hold your hand.
And that you would talk to me about
a man.
Well men.
I'd tell you that I'd make mistakes
and that we'd hurt eachother.
But brothers stay true to the end.
Friends will always make mistakes.
The forest will always burn.
But it's our whole ecosystem that
holds us togeather.
So I hope you would do the same.
If you found a time machine,
and convince me of life and hope.
Rose Ruminations May 2013
The gears in my clockwork heart
St-st-stutter and cough
Twisting, wrenching, straining
To turn back to our normal
"Click-clunk-click":
Our structured rhythm-dance
As clouds of rust-dust, lust-dust
Fly from my mechanized mind which,
Mis-wired, streams lifeblood data to my people processor
And my sights focus sharply on you.

Metal arms reach but are not seen,
Fingers touch but are not felt.
My mouth screams: "See me! Discern me!"
But the flat iron tone does not compute.
I say nothing that is real.
Nothing that is human.
You stand before me, unaffected
Frighteningly beautiful in your imperfection.

Kerchlunk.
The gears turn.
Oil: black-brown
Eases from my eyes.
Gun cocked, gaze steady,
We move on.
Ready.
Aim.
Fire.

Next victim, please.
Crawling back to everything you threw away and every day spent in pain ,
And shielded hearts touch lost thoughts,
Of lives worth living and hungry sayings in throats.
Shudder for complaining suits,
But you'll never know their hidden truths,
Even if they came back and yelled them in your face.
You'd never get why they've cried out in vain.
Matthew Rodarte Aug 2014
That face I once knew,
so utterly alluring,
those eyes magnified beauty,
oh how time flew,
I must go back,
not a minute goes by without you in mind,

I built it out of love,
memories true,
feelings absolute,
franticly I make this machine of time,

Time with you,
so priceless and evident,
I must go back,
your absence,
my hearts deepest casualty,
you were true in it ALL,

I've never felt so correct,
your kiss,
a mouthful of euphoria,
holding you eternally,
so tight,
will make it I swear,

I built it out of love,
memories true,
feelings absolute,
I'm trapped happily,
in my time machine,
Oh my time machine,
Oh my time machine,
Oh OUR time machine...
Solaces Aug 2014
the structures, magnifcient beauty behold..
in silence i can hear their story be told..
long ago a race built them to sustain life..
to harness a great energy, a sort of astrial drive..

in a circle they were built..
at the center was a platform that tilt..
i stood at the center and looked to the stars..
it tilted slighly and revealed a pale blue light from afar..

or second home shined bright blue..
the structures powered a doorway through..
we arrived on earth so long ago..
driving out a race that was here before..
we were here second..
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