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To Florida
I went
Hmm
We were making something.
Ohhh
The album Cats by Chandelier
Uh-huh.
I knew that will do it all.
All a start.
All a love.
Little waist.
Daring art.
Daring life.
Taken off.
All of it.
Naked.
Oranges.
Eaten.
Orange.
Squeezed.
Amor.
Amour.
Love.
V­ictoria.
Amory.
Alexandra.
Laine.
Color
Future for now
Soon going South
Oh, how I wish you were mine.
How I know that you are mine.
I want to wrap arms around you and kiss you soft in time.
I want to see you walking up and down this imaginary line,
          down the center of the carpet in the living room,
          with nothing on your body,
          and a lightness on your mood.
And I want to bring you a brand new glass of wine.
And I want our hearts to start to beat in rhyme.
And I want every last bit of hesitation to disappear from your mind
       and let's get lost.
       Let's go see what we can see
       in the other room.
       Let's make it very dark
       and then go boom.
Boom
Boom.

Just two naked people in a room.
 Jan 2017 K G
Cody Shull
I've seen you before
On the same streets I no longer take
I've never seen you since then
Always I wondered if I would ever see you again

One with the rain
Drenched in apathy
Entangled in pain
I confess to you bashfully

Lost within myself
Seems like forever
I think I may need your help
Yearning to be together

If you ever find these words
Please know that they were written true
They were only meant for you

Cody Shull, 2017
 Jan 2017 K G
Veronika
White jeep
 Jan 2017 K G
Veronika
White jeep
That's where I hurt your head and you cried to your mum
The same one that my grandad crashed
The mafia wanted to exchange me for money
I didn't understand

I found a gun in the kitchen draw
It was pretty cool

And someone's wheels rode over my mums knee
They planned to throw her off the bridge
But she woke up  

And two men made an offer with two angry dogs on their side  
A deal went wrong and they took her dignity
Afterward they threw her on the steps like trash
 Jan 2017 K G
Reza Sedghi
Vain I was, until I saw your eyes...
From the beginning, I felt like a reanimated corpse.

Empty I was, yet your charm filled my life,
like a blank canvas painted with colors.

I felt the rapture when I touched your face,
like launching a rusty old ship after years.

Waltzing I was, with the waves of love at a mild pace,
unaware this feeling could ever disappear.

The reflection of your eyes became my guiding star,
and your smile, my healing potion.

I was fully occupied by your affection;
your perfection was vast, alas I was no match for devotion.

Enthralled by this love, I felt delighted,
ready to be sunk by your mythical sirens.

And thus, I wished we would forever be undivided,
calm by your side, through storm, through silence.

...

You knew our love would not last, yet you spoke no sentence,
leaving me wandering, a displaced ghost.

Like a roaring sea, you shattered all I had,
leaving me to fade, my only plea to return to your peaceful coast.

Weak to resist the feelings rising inside,
whiplashed my soul as the waves do to the seashore on a stormy night...

Everyone has a star to brighten their dark nights;
yet mine was but an illusory illumination of a dead light.

What turned our love into misery? I have no wisdom.
All that remains is a fractured heart and a shattered soul.

Elation falls like leaves in autumn,
and I’ve accepted this blight, for I have no control.

You drowned me deep into your immeasurable black sea,
fading slowly, growing lifeless, growing cold.

Still, I admire and adore thee,
for I am no longer empty, I am full of perfect holes.
This one is about Falling in love and then left broken hearted
 Jan 2017 K G
Tash Roman
I used to have to wait for the snow to fall to feel true silence
because that isn't something you hear,
That would defeat the point of silence.
No, silence is something visceral. It has depth and sensation.
I remember the first time I felt it when it wasn't snowing.
The final whispers of summer air were slipping through my fingers as I sat with my knees to my chest in a plastic Adirondack chair.

You tend to hear a lot about all of these 2 AM thinkers, I guess none of them were out that night.
There, I looked up and could see every star in the sky
The hazy strip of light of our corner of spacious vacuum. The constellations for which I had learned the stories by heart.
I suppose the moment
would have been romantic had I chosen to share it with someone but
I wanted this for myself.

  There was silence. An orchestra of solitude, and peace, and total disregard for what comes next.
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