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 Nov 2018
L B
Odd color
of trifling light
Flitting petal
blue-purple-gray
emerged from asphalt's
heated slumber
to lead some airy way--

The road forgot
Sometimes there is a moment that deserves forever....
 Nov 2018
Rohan P
I want your crimson—
envelop,
cling,
embody


Like fractals to rub my hands
       over.

Kindling aplenty
as the snows set in.
 Nov 2018
schuyler
,i am the darkest hue of color

;not quite black

,i am with the faintest trace of chroma

;not quite black

(yet
 Nov 2018
Rohan P
something's burned
between
you and me. I didn't
smell the smoke,
feel the flames
stir the pensive
air.
she's just an ideal of who i want you to be.

who you are is tearing me apart.
who she is is keeping me holding on.

i know you won't fall in love with me, surely, but you fall in love with *him*, not to mention *him*, and I'm lost among your laughter. You just scroll: new faces, new angles, new everything. Novelty. Is that what's important to you? That's not, I think, what she cares about. She cares about relation; she is my ecology. She exists between things; you exist as things.

i'm being too harsh, i know, and i condemn myself for it. you're living your life, never mind if it's not *her* life. that's not your fault. i'm glad you're happy. i tell myself that every day and maybe one day it'll be true.

i'll never truly have her, no matter what you say. i know this because she's already been found. Found, embodied, then lost.
 Oct 2018
Rohan P
twisted graves rise,
dissonant—

not quite dark
     
     yet.
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