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People tell me I need to
smile more. But,
I don't  know
how.
 Aug 2018 Lvice
Maria Etre
Joseph
 Aug 2018 Lvice
Maria Etre
There i(s)
a certa(i)n
place for you
(s)ustained
in my heart
by
bro(t)herly lov(e)
that you keep
(r)eplenishing
"If I Could Give You My Eyes" Series
 Aug 2018 Lvice
Johnny Noiπ
[a prayer is an ode];
                             to pray is to recite an
                                  impromptu ode to
whatever;        so, as
                                                      people file by the priest
                 |                                 to get a drink of wine;
& some bread, they get to recite
                                                     spontaneous poetry;
                                                   I pray all day long,
               under my breath;
I never go to church; I'll go
              in a church but typically
the poetry is pretty lame;
improvised poetry really,
                          the Catholics                
            repeat the same lines;
                             which is cool cuz it's an oral tradition;
                          [Jesus was a poet but the Christians
don't know it] |
 Aug 2018 Lvice
david mitchell
i wonder,
how well i know the way you walk.
i wonder,
if it's comparable,
to how well you knew the way i talk.
deliberate yet jumbled,
opposed to your slyness.
confident yet humble,
we shared a ***** concience.
always responsive, always nonsense,
when we schemed a way to test my patience,
and a way to smuggle our symbols across the sea.

i'll miss you,

sincerely.
sing song ding **** ditch, i once met a girl that called me a snitch.
king kong ping pong pitch, she called me a liar and claimed my art kitsch
she wasn't wrong
what a *****
 Aug 2018 Lvice
Sky
Over Heels
 Aug 2018 Lvice
Sky
And suddenly
when I look at you
my heart flutters
in way that it hasn’t done
in a long time.
 Aug 2018 Lvice
JAC
The rain makes a warm rattling sound
on the window, like a teenage fling
sneaking in after climbing the maple
while your parents slept rooms away

the thunder is far enough away
that it sounds like a muffled sigh
from a half-asleep lover on your shoulder
mixed with the remnants of your dream

lightning, then, which should come first
flashes you out of your memories
and into the moment, your dark room
where you lay awake thinking of love.
I love storms.
 Aug 2018 Lvice
everly
fire at sea
 Aug 2018 Lvice
everly
she stared out at the vast openness of the
sea
so much and so little
as far as she could see
reminding herself of something too familiar..

she stepped onto the ledge of the
ever-sinking boat
and took a step into the ocean
to finally feel something
at last
to nothing
at all.


she looked so beautiful, vulnerable, and willing
all at once
as each air bubble escaped through
those blue lips

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