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 Feb 2019 liz
Graff1980
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 Feb 2019 liz
Graff1980
She sits stressing,
depression pressing
sharp silver metal
into her skin,

leaves adults stuttering
and wondering
what is so wrong with her,
while looking down with
disappointment.

How strangely that lately
they forget
how intense
it felt
when they were kids.

Its like intentional amnesia
as they try to numb
any primal passions,
dulling their once
delinquent delights,
quelling the yelling curiosity
in favor of
a less passionate
drunken love.

But she has not yet succumbed
to that humdrum
self-inflicted
emotional wound
that is draining
yellow liquid,
oozing
that which is
conflicted
that which
we should be using
to understand
everyone else.

Teenage heartaches
and high school drama,
friendships lost
or changed
drastically,
with all the pain
it leaves,
she is set in
an ocean of confusion.

So, at night she lays her face
in a salt wet pillow case
as she cries
herself to sleep,
instead of ending her week
at the bar down the street
like her parents do
just to get through
their working blues.

Watching videos
from youtube
and reading poetry books,
she still dreams of more,
uses her art to explore
hopes and dreams,
while her parents seem
to exist hopelessly.

When the silence comes
she sits disquieted
as dark thoughts
settle like sandy sediment,
then float up
like all that flotsam
from the wreckage
of her young
sea sailing heart.

Her parent don’t
have a clue
how much she is going through
and sometimes
she doesn’t believe
that they even try to.
 Feb 2019 liz
Onoma
On The Town
 Feb 2019 liz
Onoma
shrill saxes

cranking gobby

eyes.

seeing things

coming from miles

away, on the

smarts of streets.

quick to catching

shades like cabbies at

the corners of those eyes.
 Feb 2019 liz
Lora Lee
resurrection
 Feb 2019 liz
Lora Lee
in the crackling dawn
firebuds burn,
electric
spirit cells lit
in aeortic pulse
ventricles open
to a psychic doorway
stepping through,
she remembers it
that ember
of arcane ritual
divination of
intimate fires
ancient inner knowledge
sparked

Now is a time
for mourning
for celebration
for resurrection
tears streaming
like cool rivers
her palms splayed
reaching up
spilling over
her breath
as steady
as the stars
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-V4QAYUvenE&list=RD-V4QAYUvenE&start_radio=1&t=0
 Feb 2019 liz
Johnny Noiπ
Hot moon
The body, the sea and the beautiful
white earth, I've drunk at her fame.
Making a Gold Printer.
Music is a source of water pollution.
Young or over the phone. Sleep
on the child; An example
of a comforting tree; What
is Enormous and What Is It Now?
But I'm dying to die from drowsiness;
It's in the skin. And who shall
declare his generation?
However, the hope of heaven,
I want to change the KlKlik clips.
Cloud music can always bring
cool, raindrops. The meat
in irrigation canals is increasing.
Litter on ***** sticks
and ***** bricks Listen directly
to the logs of the word, directly into the hair,                     the feminine hair.
                        The development of the gods,
the emotions,                                                        ­        the birthdays, the dirt,
and the color of the game.
But it will not be lost.                                         Every day I worked my day,
and a day with my weapon,
and the leaves were colors,
colors, colors, ***, and so on.
His body is white, white,
clean and beautiful, in the body of the body,                and is in itself proper.
                                                                ­    The wall of the beloved little star
is not easy before it dies. It cannot find a new color.      Totally all in Brazil, Australia, Australia, and in life.
At the top of the river, El Pasqui is at the top of the river.
After the laptop was heard,                   victims of the war heard the victims.
Believe in Latin plays. More afraid of the sun.
The warm handwriting, the moon,
their special honors have long been transformed by nature.
When the voice of gold or water
or the minister is heard, the laughter of his son.   I have a tree from the bush,
                                                        and I have a dancing dream in the bushes,
and remember the current trend is very small.
But now, I'm pretty,                        I'm not like no other person in the garden,
I cannot point fingers or adapt to cuddle.                                           Iku Kuu.
The Surah includes parks,
ground cooking, and dust.                                Throwing it in a wooden box
and laughing at the stage,
I laughed in a Roman ball in Rome.
Success Stories are sports icons for some people,
especially in the desert. Do not miss.
This is contrary to the attitude of the Lord.
The eclipse on the wall, though very small, is not dead.
Kiev flopped like snow. Heart movements
and high open African-American openings,
all creatures and long-term benefits. With current heat.           Listen to ears, ears and ear ears.           Moreover, the deeper feature of the good intentions
of the mind is in two sentences
and in two words.     But the game is stressful.
Enjoy books, love, sea and the moon.
When I received the gold and the young men
telephoned over the phone,                                                        I had a desire
to change what they wanted,                                 and the water did not drop.
But one of them is skin, and I realize it's moving,
and I'm hoping that the book will be without hope when I sleep.
I always have rain, rain, and irrigable water.                   I feel cold and cold. Listen to the bubble window to listen to hearing.
Important changes in the future,
in the future, at birth,             and any other content.
But this is not lost.                 Every day, they were washed
away by the cold weather, every day,
with my friends, friends, and hands, all day in and day out.
Color ink, flower colors
 Feb 2019 liz
Jeff S
We all go grocery shopping on Saturday at 4pm, and that’s America for you, but do you have to buy the last demi-loaf of artisan rice flour sourdough and swoop in to get the only carton of organic, local, grass-fed, 2% milk that I like, then have the tenacity to take the final gold foil-wrapped bar of imported Belgian dark chocolate and, for that matter, give me a Christ-save-your-soul stare when I spend a good five minutes debating the respective virtues of KY and Astroglide?

Thank god, at least, America sells liquor with its bread and milk and ****.
 Feb 2019 liz
Johnny Noiπ
Because unfortunately,                                                   ­          dogs are family.
You want to go to Australia,                                                       ­        I'm sorry,
on Monday, especially in English, gold,
leather, mountains, many dreams.                                            I'm very happy,
I think this is something very important.
Now, the young man is very hot, naked,
in Africa and all over the world.                                                    Once again,
all the rules have been provided,                                 this game is very good.
Enjoy the game, enjoy the sea and change
to the children's water.
I cannot do this, and I will not believe in God
and at the same time it works. The water windows
are always large. I also love Chinese, I can talk
to my friend every day, listen to flowers, flowers,
flowers, fun and caution, since they do not grow,
I can do it. For ******* men and animals.
Australian forests every minute of the day,
month and year.      We love the colors in our lives,
but there are also new parks, creative talent, parks,
flower gardens and parks. In other words,
the headphones, in other words, are excellent.
It will promote the water, unless you feel this relationship,
but during the dream when the prostitutes
of China and Taiwan flourish,            you can find friends;
relatives and friends in the Chinese days.
Not his parents.                          The flowers have flowers;
Artists paint tiles. Listen to her hair
and **** her hair. Buildings, feelings,
humans, dirt and animals. But not impossible.
My body is white, white, clean and with bones
of chikatiene. I also like stars. There are no new colors.
Brazil, Australia, ****** in Australia
and everything in life. The Pacific Ocean
is at the end of the river.                                                    After sending them,
they listened to their victims.                                      I believe in Latin work.
Day, all day, ****** of glory and diversity.
Smile at the baby when the baby is warm,
or water arrives or when the guards arrive.
I have a bush and a chika. I want to get a shadow
***** and a soul. But now I'm not in heaven,
I do not believe in my fingers of life.
Pineapple in the yard, dust of ****** and dust.
The same romantic love. Good stories,
especially in desert sports.                                     Do not do the heart of God.
The eclipse is very small on the wall.
Kiev is very snowy.                                        Heartbeats and Africans openly,
people and long-term benefits of China.
True gold Listen to your ears,                                                      ears and ears.
In addition,                          the predictions are made in two different worlds.
But this game is good. Enjoy books, love,
be ****** and the moon. After discovering the gold,
their children gathered the people and the ******
changed the water,            but they did not escape.
I spoke directly on the skin, *******
and I had no hope of going to sleep.                                            It is usually
raining, water and water. Listen to soccer
and ****** listen to your genius. Future transfers,
future events, childcare and parents.
But it will not disappear. Every day I like friends,
friends and ******, parents every day.          Beautiful flowers, flower buds
 Feb 2019 liz
Tanisha Jackland
It comes from nowhere.
this faint knowing
of what it is to be.
an ancient speaker
is talking in tongues
but your ego won't hear it.
the desert of chatter
has him occupied.
But the ego is probably
the Sun.
Shining down on
all there is.
when he is eclipsed by silence
you begin to truly see
what kind of beauty there
really is.
 Feb 2019 liz
Johnny Noiπ
Coffee, tea or me?
What's your sign?
Your place or mine?
Virtual or simulation?
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