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 Jan 2013 Ugo
Lily
To Be Pursued
 Jan 2013 Ugo
Lily
I don't know what you're thinking, or if you ever think of me
I don't know what you wish for or if you ever wish you'll see me more
I don't know what you want in life or if you even want a wife
     but i do know that you are a Godly man
     you want to serve Him in different lands
     I don't know if I would fit into your plans
     but I think I'd be content just holding your hand.
I'm not afraid of confrontation, especially at this time in our nation
I want to call you out on it and that is why I am writing this sonnet
I want to bring this into light even though your instincts are fight or flight
     but a girl just wants to be pursued
     not some attitude that is subdued
     so for now my desires i just allude
     then go home and pout and brood.
 Jan 2013 Ugo
Emma Jacobson
Ringing in my ears my metallic sings to me
a sweet melody sending frenzied notes to embed themselves into my brain
my wrists are white roses and blank canvas waiting to be painted red
I'm a warrior ready to slay my demons with a sword
a knife sits some where in a kitchen drawer
still singing and all i can taste is silver spit
 Jan 2013 Ugo
Michael Greene
In the seventh month fire dances.
Flame bakes the sky.
Second month is for winter clothes.
Each month brings something.
The months revolve like wheels,
Turning  through cold days and hot.
Who knows what direction?
Consult the stalks.
Elemental words, auspicious springs.
We are spinning,
Spinning with this world.
Make me an angel, shoot me a star
I'm nowhere near, nowhere far
I want to go home, I want to be me
Lost in the wild, I'm finally free
 Jan 2013 Ugo
Olivia Baughman
Just two words can change your whole life.


.                          I believe
 Jan 2013 Ugo
Amber
^
/Tis me...\
/Grimm is my name.\
/Death is my passion, my hobby.\
/People fear my coat of black, my skeletal figure.\
(How I drift to and fro above ground visiting others.)
\I am the thing you can't rome nor hide from./
\I am you're passage gate of two roads./
\I am you're future./
\I am death./
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It makes a star!!! Abstract star though...
 Jan 2013 Ugo
VTaylor Manning
Cole.
 Jan 2013 Ugo
VTaylor Manning
you lay across me as though it is your god given right
and I allow you too, in fact,
I like you there
without you I feel
well, I feel bare,
naked even
so each time you come to me  
I willingly support you, holding up your neck
all the while admiring your complexities, the veins that course down in perfect lines
(I can almost hear blood pumping the music through you) and I can't help but touch them one by one
and I know it's rude to stare but I need to know that I'm doing this exactly
so I hold your body, gently of course
and now, pressed up against you, I feel the curve of your perfection.
I love that you look so innocent to touch
but I know you well
I know your secrets
like
how depending on where I touch you
you'll make these different sounds
and if I get it just right, the way you like
you'll sing to me, music to my ears
and if I stroke you softly, just so,
all your being will come together and make these little harmonies
and you'll speak to me about anything,
about everything
and for hours we'll stay like this
you across my lap
playing these songs
locked in our embrace,
swaying with our tender ways.
By the way, Cole, is my handsome acoustic guitar :)...
if you didn't get that.
And yes I name inanimate objects.
 Jan 2013 Ugo
Kayla Lyn
With You
 Jan 2013 Ugo
Kayla Lyn
With you I’ve watched the sunrise
Together, we’ve seen the rain fall
Together, we’ve seen the sun and the moon
With you I wanna watch the sunset as my light fades away
 Jan 2013 Ugo
wanderer
Dim Light
 Jan 2013 Ugo
Hannah Evans
If our love was a painting...it would include laughter and dancing, joy, and glances that prove what we have is real. It would include magic and uncontrollable smiles, giggling and getting lost in your eyes. It would consist of running in the rain and singing in the shower. It would be filled with squeals from my friends and the sound of your heartbeat. The feeling of your tender hands as they meet with mine. The tickle of your butterfly kisses and the wonderful fragrance you give off. It would consist of the feeling of your smile in our kiss, and the warmth and safety in your hugs. Feeling like your spinning and staying up all night wishing I was with you. The love letters I reread over and over...and the sound of your voice. If our love was a painting, it would be beautiful.
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