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 Oct 2015 Raffael
Aishwarya Nair
Your side of the bed
remains as cold as always.
Please make your way home.
 Oct 2015 Raffael
Jon Gilbert
Cool
 Oct 2015 Raffael
Jon Gilbert
I feel cool;
              very cool.
I wear sunglasses;
              extra cool.
I don’t look cool;
              uncool.

I look
              in the mirror.

What’s up with the moustache?
You’re teeth are too small.

I laugh.

Don’t let the ******* get you down.
*You’re too cool for that.
 Oct 2015 Raffael
Disha Verma
I found the end of our rainbow, there's life beyond this pile of laundry,
let's built a hut here, it's safe for us and a mouthful of misandry/
We have hate and we have love, let's make one that's a larger sin,
let them take their bibles out, we wear the new testament on our skins//
You fold me
unfold me,
hold me
you told me forever.

Scissor cut paper,
lurkey one, two, three
coming ready or not
I never forgot the
games we played.

You left
I stayed,
forever
is just a gaze
into a future that
did not exist.
 Oct 2015 Raffael
ahmo
Amanda
 Oct 2015 Raffael
ahmo
There are eyes that confront,
but there is no remorse.

Brown carries a negative connotation
and so the story carries on.
There will be eyes of this coloration,
but rarely a tale of happiness.

The theories behind formulas
don't take emotions into consideration.
It's kind of a misappropriation,
if you think about it,

We spend lives following
sequences, patterns, developments.
But we're only becoming dense
as we're hollowing.

I wish to love
as I wish to breathe.

I wish to love
as I want to believe.

This unreachable constellation
is a similar misappropriation.

I am a ball of yarn
hopelessly tangled
and
ignored.

You are a seamstress-
weaving optimism
and pragmatic emotion
for the forlorn.

— The End —