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  Sep 2018 Semicolon
Ismail Nasution
Let the ocean wash away
Things we didn't speak of
Let it drown under
While we watch the sea
Kissing the sand slowly

Does that remind you
Of those who remained?
  Sep 2018 Semicolon
Ismail Nasution
I can't remember
Whether it's love or leave
That hurts the most
  Sep 2018 Semicolon
emnabee
Lately
I don’t feel close
to poetry.

It feels elusive.
Unfamiliar.
Once it spoke to me.
But now it’s mute.

It sits back
and doesn’t look
at me.

If I call out
it doesn’t hear.

Lately poetry is
like that demon
I used to want
to reappear.
  Sep 2018 Semicolon
Kwamé
We're all chasing the same thing
Looking for someone to take the pain away

I paid attention and saw what you were going thru.
You hoist all this pressure upon yourself
and I dont know why.
You'll never make it to the mountaintop,
If you dont share your burdens.
You've tried many times
and I know you're tired of starting over,
So let me be that becaon of hope,
Your lighthouse during stormy seas.

And she says
I know you're trying,
And I really appreciate the effort,
But begone boy, you'll never
Understand me
Author Note: It's conversation.
First part, her voice. Second part, his voice. Third part her voice
  Sep 2018 Semicolon
Kimberly
We followed the melody into the forest
Sweet song slowly soaking through
We envied our ears
That danced with the notes
And followed the keys like stones
Laid out into the woods
Speakers formed from the hollows
The earth beneath our feet
Thrummed with the bass
Hummed with the voices
So lost into the forest we go
When the voices formed
Into ethereal dancers
We stared
We were afraid but we saw
Art that swayed and breathed
And glowed
With graceful hands they offered
Gilded cups filled to the brim
Our very own melody
Should we choose to be
Into this forest and never go
For one second we thought
But that was all it took
With parched throats
We followed the melody into the forest
And never looked back
After the very last drop
I’ve always believed in fairies, and the very possibility of them existing is fascinating to me. Maybe I wouldn’t mind staying once I’ve followed the music they’re playing.
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