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july hearne Oct 2017
five of them rode in the car,
the boyfriend, the girlfriend
the friend of the boyfriend,
the friend of the girlfriend
and the friend of the girlfriend's friend

the car pulled over to the side of road
in front of the high school's school yard
across the street from an apartment complex

the friend of the girlfriend's friend got out of the car,
crossed the street
and knocked on the door of one of the apartments
she might have rang the doorbell,

either way, the door was answered
by the sixth person,
gay, teenage, and racist
wore a lot of make-up and had referred to the girlfriend
as little brown girl everytime he had talked to the girlfriend's friend
on the phone, at school, after school
"little brown girl"
he kept on calling her that
said he could never be friends with "little brown girl"

"too brown"
he said

if he didn't already have his make-up on
when he answered the door
then he was putting it on
while the girlfriend waited in the car
with the boyfriend, the boyfriend's friend
and the girlfriend's friend

when the boyfriend, the girlfriend,
and the boyfriend's friend got out of the car
and hid behind the bushes on the sides of the highschool
the friend of the girlfriend's friend walked him out
to the front of the highschool
and the boyfriend, girlfriend, and boyfriend's friend
all ran out from behind the bushes

he certainly had all his make-up on then,

the friend of the girlfriend's friend ran
and the girlfriend's friend waited in the car
lying down in the backseat

there were some screams as she put her fingers to her ears
screams she happily forgot about later
Peter Balkus Sep 2017
It's like discovering a ****** island,
inhabited by people who you thought never exist.
It's like finding a city buried by time,
hidden away from present tense.

A busker in front of the Abbey sings
"There must be some way outta here",
and every step I take along the glorious church,
every breath of a air I taste standing on Pulteney Bridge,
every second of the peaceful silence my soul fills up with
tells me
that there's no way out of here.

*28.08.2016
Jayantee Khare Aug 2017
Old pains release
Soothing is the breeze
The eyes devour greenery
Mood uplifted by the scenery
Endless are the waves over waves
Washing out all the heart's remains
Grounds the straying soul of mine
The loose sand relaxing and fine
The bright sun heartwarming
Life is happy and charming
With  moon, I  romance
The  galaxies  dance
Mind body stilled
The life fulfilled
This is what
my heart feels
In outdoor trips,
The nature heals!!
Went to a family trip on weekend!
Feeling refreshed...healed...rejuvenated!
Really the nature heals!
TheRiverStyx Aug 2017
Turned away, and now your in flight.
Away, is my plight.

This is your winter solstice.

Of course, you'll arrive.
With your jacket, and in time.
I'm gonna park over there.
By the fountain.

This is Nebraska, there is no real aweness.

I will blankly stare.
I will blend in with the oxygen particles.
I will have a silent presence.
No one will notice me, not even a mare.

I lied, only one man noticed me.
The manager of the Inn and Suites.

I see the vessels of my eyes.
Like a runway model, who must look like she never has to try.

Checkout is at eleven.
I'm falling asleep now at seven.
FRITZ Aug 2017
i heard a sound once and went into a

dream went to another place somewhere

else. the road was grey and purple and

twisted magnificently over flush green hills

covered in swaying gently waving grass. the sky

glowed orange and a sliver moon slunk

like an injured creature crawling over the

horizon and stars poured their lights onto the

street. the houses were rustic and white and their

windows glowed and flickered and blue-hued

roofs that peak out from between the dips

in the landscape glimmer softly in the light.

the air smells sweet and deep and carries the fragrance

of spice and pepper and of cedar the

breeze is warm and welcome and

it,s familiar. you are glad to be back.
have you returned to that familiar place?
for Whitney, may she rest in peace.
everly Aug 2017
..her lips
so smooth and with
every word
she commanded
for more..so sweet I couldn't think
of something else
perhaps more bitter..
face with impurities and
a faintly rough yet
soothing and graceful
aftertaste.
When we went to that camping trip in California one time,
I saw her...raw.
Walking around in the darkness  
warm wind swiftly blowing her hair in the distance
with nothing but a long lumberjack shirt
with only one button buttoned.
Only seen with the fire pit still glowing being fed from earlier.

when we shared glances across the pit
I knew I fell in love
and I couldn't get enough.
Andrew Kerklaan Jul 2017
A cerebral puddle of hypersensitive learning static
--
I dip into a forbidden fountain once again
--

deeper this time

Exposing the buffoon of our own nature and both dressing it and addressing it.

Taking it apart
Analysis and fragmentation

An obseversationalist's dream!

Expanding the groundwork laid out before me and building an empire with the infinite knowledge I attain

(through means less conventional... To some)

I throw the dice again and again.

I never lose...
just my luck I suppose?

But in reality I could of lost it all that day...

Brain drunk in mindlessness...

Blazed- in a sunset overcoat, my radiator blood stream perspires in a way that I had never seen until now...

Fading in and out of focus

~My safe zone is diminishing~

I can no longer draw you the lines I walked that day.

Alleviating my sickness for a time and
Vexing my temporary cure... I really must be ill
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