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 Mar 2018 Isla
Alexis
Hands
 Mar 2018 Isla
Alexis
It makes me feel
Lightheaded and fluffy
And makes my cheeks
Turn bright red
To think of my hand
In yours.

It's such a unique gesture,
Holding hands.
So intimate
Yet innocent.

Our hands will fit perfectly
Our fingers interlocked
Like the right pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

My heart will beat faster
Your cheeks will turn redder
And we will feel so much closer
To each other.

Your grasp will be so tight
It'll be impossible to let go.
Just like having the world
On my fingertips,
Literally.
Surely I deserve to dream such fluffy cute things every once in a while?
 Mar 2018 Isla
sarah
word vomit
 Mar 2018 Isla
sarah
i don’t know what to do. i want you more than i want to breathe. you set every part of my being aflame and bring chills to my spine at the mention of your name. my heartbeat quickens when you’re near, but in your arms, there’s nowhere i’d rather be but here. your green eyes peer into mine and in that moment, i feel divine. just a bit of your attention is enough to keep me satisfied as i sit and wait all day for your reply. there’s nothing i can do to sate this feeling in my heart, because when we’re apart, i think of you only, and you think of any and everything but me. i can’t get your face out of my head, as you are the first thought on my mind when i wake up and the last before i fall asleep. you are my joy on a good day and my solace on a bad. you are the clock on my bedside table, the first sip of tea i drink in the morning, the keys to my car, and the hollow knock at the door. you are the sun, the moon, and all of my stars. and i know that it’s love like an ache in the jaw, but there’s nothing i can do. you made your intentions clear, but ****. i really want you here.
 Mar 2018 Isla
Lonely Maybe
It's written all over
the internet that the
color blue is a
appetite suppressor

so why is it
that whenever
i look into
your sky blue eyes
i crave your touch
more than
//ever//
 Mar 2018 Isla
themotionless
When I look into your eyes
There's always that little spec of light
The twinkle that dances on the edge of your pupil
And in that twinkle I can see
That you really do love me
 Mar 2018 Isla
lib
my everything
 Mar 2018 Isla
lib
you were my strength and my weakness

i didn't know it,
but in that moment,
you were my everything
 Mar 2018 Isla
Dean Eastmond
I still find myself
feeling your skin
in the spaces between
bed-sheet creases

and if
missing you is like
swerving into
oncoming traffic,
then tonight
I’m sleeping
in the road.
 Mar 2018 Isla
Bailey Morse
the words are in my throat
and I am choking on the syllables.
what was once familiar is now
a crushing blow to an altered fate
and if it were up to me.
if it were up to me
Id climb to the moon and
we'd live inside that starry infinity.
but there's no oxygen in outer space
and there's no love on Earth.
 Mar 2018 Isla
Janelle Tanguin
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 Mar 2018 Isla
Janelle Tanguin
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i.

i used to only write sad poems.

ii.

you see,
i am a cynic,
a cemetery,
a holocaust,
a chaotic, distant, lost girl
buried in her own
self-destruction.

but with you
i am different.

i want to wake up,
keep my promises,
make up for lost time,
spill blood and ink,
try again,
live

for you.

iii.

you walk me home
and the skies blush
pink cloud summers
mid-December.

we part and i marvel
at the sepia tint
of backyard roses
blurring my lenses.

you came in
like the missing palette color
i never knew
i needed
my skies painted with.

iv.

now, you are all the love poems
i didn't know i could write.

and every metaphor i create
is just a lengthier version of
'i love you'

i really do.
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