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 Aug 2015 Tryst
Nik Bland
Twist and turn
Lessons I've learned are burned
Into this fragile skin
And here I stand

One by one
Visible, done and done
Look deep into myself
Unable to see someone else

Run and fall
From reflections, build walls
Trying so hard to stall
But I always catch up with me

Twist and turn
All of these scars I've earned
All the stories still burn
And they are me and I am them
"Everybody is somebody
But nobody wants to be themselves
And if I ever wanted to understand me
I'd have to talk to someone else..." -Gnarls Barkley
 Aug 2015 Tryst
HerInMyHeart
Sweet aromas of outdoor woodsy scents
By a fire we sit, in such sweet embrace
And the love that we share is heaven sent
In the night veils low, the stars interlace.

Our simple country style, life is so sweet
My darling love, I love your gentle touch
Our every single kiss, is a real treat
Those loving kisses that we love so much

Fireflies join us, in our night of romance
There neon glow, while loving each other
We realized it was love at our first glance
You’re my one true love, there’s no another

Soft sweet woodsy scents, for us to adore
We kiss lovingly, who could ask for more.
 Aug 2015 Tryst
Alyssa Rose
Two ears, two eyes
A nose
A mouth
A chin

Billions of combinations,
Not always showing what's within.

More than a face,
your soul shines through.
You're too busy to notice,
being so utterly you.

So mark my words, in your special way,
You will see your own beauty one wonderful day.
 Aug 2015 Tryst
Alyssa Rose
Desire
 Aug 2015 Tryst
Alyssa Rose
There it was,
written so plainly
on your delicate face.

I could see it in your eyes,
wide eyes, intent on driving me mad.

I could see it everywhere,
in lips slightly parted, and
in ragged breaths never fully taking shape.

But above all else,
I could see it in your eyes.

Orbs deep brown,
dripping,
shifting,
over every curve of me.

Months had passed,
but there it was,
that heartbroken, blind desire
alive, again.

Living and breathing
in those deep,
brown,
eyes.
8.25.15
 Aug 2015 Tryst
Dhaye Margaux
Sweet words, sweet melodies
Make a reader fall in love
Create a fantasy land inside her mind
Where a fairy tale is true
And dream is reality

I want to tell her:
"Beware! Don't swoon."
But I saw her smile
How cruel I am to end her joy
I am not

For I see the same smile
When I look at the mirror
While hearing same words
Sweet to the soul
Go on. Be happy.
Life is short. Live to love.
 Aug 2015 Tryst
David Hall
years
are only a collection of months
months
simply a grouping of days
days
merely 24 short hours

an entire lifetime
is just a string of sweet short moments
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