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  • SCORCHED WAVES

    by ERIC

    The asphalt drenched with the sun’s rays
    Taking swigs of the fountain of youth to ease the outcome
    of which the wrinkles consist
    But regurgitating the truth of the drought
    Sun burns giving out like citations
    The people pleading for clouds
    The big apple rots in the heat
    Sunlight stains the streets
    And cripples the trees
    Drying out the leaves
    The Destination is paved with perspiration from the eyebrows
    This sweat in beads
    Is conquered by a slow gust
    Of the summer breeze
    Heat waves relief
    Or calm to future grief

  • SCARED

    by DAEZY

    The world is trying to eat me alive
    I swear
    You look under my bed
    And you’ll find my mom staring back at you

    Are you scared yet?

    I just saw Paranormal Activity 2
    That thing is a nightmare-o-matic machine
    I tried the Bloody Mary thing
    And she was actually…pretty nice

    Are you scared yet?

    I had lunch with her
    She bought me lobster
    Or rather she scared the crap out of the cooks
    Seriously

    They literally ran into the kitchen and tried to shoot themselves!
    But she stopped them and demanded them to make lunch
    If Bloody Mary walked up to you with a bloody shoe
    And ordered you to make brunch, what would you do?

    Are you scared yet?

    I know none of this is probably
    BOO!
    Haha, got you!
    Are you spooked?

  • MOTHER’S ARMS

    by ERIC

    Cascade of a cadence
    Radiant melodies
    Resembling anything but hatred
    Fast paced from the heart
    Ending in stasis
    Keeping hearts at home captive
    Cardiac insulation
    Away from harm
    World’s protection
    Maternal arms
    Child’s self reflection
    Mental injection
    The apple gains seeds
    After the forbidden fruit
    Falls from the trees
    Her recollection in a sentence
    Nurtures my retrospect
    Child’s provision

  • PAINTED LIES

    by PAULA

    Painted lies
    Tell stories of the times you’ve cried.
    I held you tight,
    Stayed with you through the night.
    Your blood ran free through my fingers
    And I hoped,
    For a moment,
    The lowness of the blow,
    The tenor of the symphonic show
    Would get the best of you.
    Your wasted smiles
    Remind me of the times I wept in denial.
    Concern and care fill up the empty space
    Once compressed with air.
    I’m the one who’s been there since the beginning.
    I’ve helped you through the hard times,
    The never happy endings.
    The green eyed monster I hold inside tries to vanquish the hurt,
    The despise,
    The wonder of what she has that I don’t.
    The chance of finding another like you
    Is one in a number that,
    More than likely,
    Won’t ever appear.
    So remember the next time she makes you shed these tears,
    She rips through your heart and plumages through your fears.
    Remember when she leaves you hanging high and dry,
    Who was there for you the first thousand times?

  • UNSTITCHING THE UNSEEN

    by BRANDON B

    Intoxicated dreams is where everything is adjacent to what it seems, lies on lies, unstitching the unseen by its seams. Provident schemes followed closely by damsel screams lead the way that’s already paved. It’s never too late, they can be saved. Severely eerie smiles can be spotted for miles. Glassy eyes reflect no emotion, what do you see any devotion? Or the sorrow of a saddened weak-willed soul floating to heaven from an abortion.