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 Jul 2018 JcA
Marissa Kohlman
Short, quick bursts thrum through the night, punctuated by longer, deeper blasts that shiver all the way down to my toes. The steamy July air crackles with energy and excitement as anticipation of the grand finale hums through every nerve ending.  The blasts come closer and closer together, until at last a glorious explosion of shuddering brilliance illuminates all, leaving us shaking and filled with breathless wonder.

And then we decide to go watch the fireworks.
Happiness is finding someone to make fireworks with!
 Jul 2018 JcA
Niko Walsh
fireworks
 Jul 2018 JcA
Niko Walsh
I never understood why people compared
kisses to fireworks
until i knew what it was like
to want someone so much
that all you could feel inside you
were explosions.
 Jul 2018 JcA
Rebel Heart
Forever it returns
The gripping feeling of
Tides reeling you in
Waves fading you out
The thundering of your heart
The rumbling of your thoughts
Forever stuck on
What could've been
What should've been
What would've been
Only to be disillusioned
By the gasps of reality
And the cracks of truth
Before being pulled under
Just to be washed away
Finally Unburdened.
(Another piece of another masterpiece and a tribute to those still haunting the waters... Enjoy ~BM)

(Front Page 2/2/2018)
 Jun 2018 JcA
Phillip Walter
It seems to me
the more things change
the more they stay the same.
I wonder how the rules evolve
but we keep at the same game
and though tired at competing
we're addicted to the bother
for when we lose we need to prove
and when we win we need another
and though we're all exhausted
we are spurred on by the lies
and i feel i've lived a million lives
and tried a million tries.
 Jun 2018 JcA
Laura
Untitled
 Jun 2018 JcA
Laura
lying in your confidence,

and my confidential feelings.
 Jun 2018 JcA
Maggie Morris
sometimes I'm reminded that you live in the little broken parts of me,
and though your love will come and go, that's where you'll always be.

even when you lift your face and it appears you almost care,
to think that you'll stay -- oh I wouldn't dare.

when tempted to compose a text or contemplate a call,
I tell myself that you're a lie and I can't have it all.

still awake late at night and wondering if I'm on your mind,
again and again I repeat, 'love is blind'.

to tell you the truth three years prior is when I let you go,
but whether or not I truly detached is for only me to know.
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