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 Sep 2015 AW
Jasmin
Dead End
 Sep 2015 AW
Jasmin
Most things are transient
We will never know when this one ends,
Defy the rules to create memories
Forget the world, build your own wish.

Paint the walls, scream your thoughts
Dreams may not come true, at least you fought
Cover the red ink with a cloth
It’ll stain, they would know if they sought.

Don’t close your eyes until dawn
We still have time, we’ll reach it soon
Enjoy the night, dance to the tune
When it’s over, let it be known.
 Sep 2015 AW
Tess Calogaras
Lady between my fingertips,
white skin and chestnut hair that sat
between my mind.
She pulled up like roses cumbering dirt
from roots that hung their feet and quivered.
She let go her
melancholy legs
that dangled free against the summers air.
I giggled as I kissed her
and she turned the brightest shade
of red.
Held her hand until the shakes set in
and pried our hands apart.
Started crying as the rain hit my head
and she said,
“would you like to take a seat?”
Sat beneath shelter as
we let our fears pour.
She filled me with her
radiance;
I couldn’t eat for days.
She held her mouth wide
with her white teeth;
illuminating
that decorated the night
like stars perched amongst darkness.
She made my insides shine.
with hearts beating
and open palms she said,
“Would you like to take a seat?”
Copyright © 2015 Tessa Calogaras.
All Rights Reserved
Leaves falling from midnight trees
Like lovers taking their lives
Silently, without a soul watching
Left decaying of the cold, wet ground

Trees then standing naked and exposed
Against the cruel touch of the elements
Victims to the exposure of their modesty
Unable to defend what nature sees

Flowers that give up to the coming Winter
To shrivel and die without a thought
As frost comes after them like a demented slayer
Stripping them of the beauty they once held

Birds come in search for scraps of food
On a frozen ground that refuses to yield
Hungry for the smallest morsel laying there
Icy breeze flows through ruffled feathers
copyright Chris Smith 2011
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