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Sails Hold TightA Poem by Laura KateThank you Edie Starfish for the inspiration |
The KeyA Poem by Kristina YoderThis will passas it does,summer buzz.Unrelenting untilreleased.Habitual ponderingwon't cease,until he igniteshis lazysightsorgives methe sleight.It's .. |
SubmissionA Poem by Laura Katep.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; m.. |
Safe ZoneA Poem by Laura Katep.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; m.. |
The AlienA Poem by Nathan Luke PattersonWhat life is like for an outsider. |
Dark HopesA Poem by Insight "MH"looked in her darkened eyesThat were filled with despiseOf me; no wonder, she hates meHer dark l.. |
Rain of LoveA Poem by Insight "MH"The rain of my loveWill fall on your dying treeDraining sweet sensationIn veins of emotiondeep underNourishing the heartwoodWith sparks of incandescen.. |
Flute MasterA Poem by Insight "MH"Dark horse Running in the darknessof nightWe are so close together and running so tightRunning through the meadows of barleyBrushing the greeting bran.. |
Ghost HouseA Poem by Death's PoetLeraye sings to himself in the dining hallLibi washes her tears in a sinkLeah is so drunk she may fallLola's eyes on the brinkLolita's brain starts to.. |
Love that's no fun.A Poem by TamikaI haven't written anything in three years. I haven't felt the need to, I have been happy. However, I am starting to struggle in deciphering how I fe.. |
evenings // afterthoughtA Poem by Nearly Blondedhalf past 7petrichor: the only discernible elementintangibleyet the only thing i can graspfictional beings inside my televisionthe only thing non-stat.. |
promA Poem by Nearly Blondedthere’s cake on my face my lips are how you like your coffee his hands are where you like themyour grins spite me God and his peers of perished .. |
LostA Poem by Laura KateLost me in the wetness of his lips in the tightness of his gripLost wein our bodies intertwinedno direction, sense of timeLost with you is exactl.. |
Impossible StopsA Poem by Dalfontionyou can fly at a million miles a second, and even then, your momentum can't punch. |