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 Jan 2016 Summer
Grace Turner
Lust is a strange thing,
That can turn you from
Predator, to prey,
Can make you pray
To a God you know doesn't exist
And beg and beg and **beg.
This is a power play, beautiful boy, and I'm starting to think I'm losing.
 Jan 2016 Summer
Caroline E
Why can't I get you off my mind?
Your name plays over and over in
my head all the time
I can't seem to think about something other than you
I love you, that's true
But why does the thought of you make me sad and blue?
 Jan 2016 Summer
ahmo
a graduation
 Jan 2016 Summer
ahmo
I think sometimes the drugs wear off
too early.

Sometimes,
she gives me hope
and sometimes
she gives me enough
coffee to
keep me up for weeks
and miles.
But miles down the road
isn't really what matters yet.

Don't disguise this as
a call, a
morning song
of pain,
or anything
I've thrown away.

This is the same
shovel I'll dig
my own grave with
if you jump down
and play
in the dirt with me.

Don't leave it
to rust.
When we kissed, time stood still
when we made love, time was simply an illusion
 Jan 2016 Summer
Emmanuel Guerra
I've always been scared of water
ever since I heard of a face unknown sinking to the depths of a pool
making a spectacle of my families innocence into a curse I now bare
she is a lost sea diver
just more sunken treasure
I already have seas of emotions filling me slowly
my lungs feel like life rafts with holes
I'm not in the shallow end anymore
I've witnessed drowning on thoughts
I witnessed the closest thing to me drown on himself
his being swallowed whole by a whirlpool of unknown
I am afraid to drown
we call the ocean a beautiful sight but we stay quiet about the belly that's engulfed many
the sea is a mistress
seductively drawing us inflicting no good
I will not learn to swim
I will stay on shore and never travel the unknown
My charm and good looks,
spark your attention.
Attraction

My confidence and humor,
keep you aside.
Demise

My emotional heart,
slowly tearing us apart.
Smart
1st Poem Posted!
Readers will either love or hate this.
 Dec 2015 Summer
Tanisha Jackland
Sometimes  
I see him in soft shapes
and I can feel he
is fathomless

All beauty showing in
wild plumes of energy

We began this love affair
on the other    side  of  sleep

Him    there
luring me gently
with  his  kisses
like a  sweet lullaby

And me
waiting impatiently
to fall deep  into a  
fatal sleep
If you're lucky love will come find you in your dreams. It's true.
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