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Fay Kim Jul 2019
I'm drunk
staring at your picture
like I can hear you calling my name
telling me it's time for bed.
Anastasia Jul 2019
i think you're really pretty
and you're so sweet
more than the cotton candy
i had at the pool
i think
that you're perfect
i think that you've got a lot of talent
you're my favorite thing to dream of
i think
that you're wonderful
Abdallah Osman Jul 2019
Rattling a few words
when I go to bed, wake up,
before and after after meals
is not that bad but whose listening?


It's true that whatever is seen is a miracle,
But what's not clear is who saw it first?
For that Fellow must have known
better than every other.


In the beginning we knew nothing,
we have everything now,
We still know nothing.


We are left with literature,
our developed cognition can't help us,
but question the the authenticity, the origin.


A debate with 2000 sides,
where you fall depends largely
Upon where you were born.


Is it unfair
that other than the winning team
all others were born in darkness?
If there is a winning team.


It's only reasonable to trust in what if,
and bet your money on one
knowing your one
is one of the 2001 possible outcomes
neo Jul 2019
she stands there,
wind through her hair,
dazed and unaware,
numb and hopeless,
a broken goddess.

she stands there
waiting for time
to fade her away
into the dark, cold night.
Anastasia Jul 2019
Steam and humidity
Fogs up the mirror
The musky scent of my shampoo fills the room
Waterdrops beat against my head
Sound softened by my scented hair
Music plays from across the room
Water skids down my flesh
I sit and think
About you
And wash away
Bad memories
I scrub
My skin
Until the hot water burns
Hm.
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