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red
8 80%
blew
2 20%
grreenn
1 10%
Voters: 10.
#1
---Some Kind of Magic---
By: Fly, Marlowe

Who's holding your fingernails just inches from your itch?
Your whispered lisp is incoherent,
holds the burn inches from my lips.
A gasp escapes; a gutted butterfly hones in on a flame,
I leak a sliver of your name and reveal
my voyeuristic tendencies.
You, me, your golden girl dreams,
your rich Ovaltine, and your stuttering speech.

This night will be an instant (cult) classic,
shelf it right between Jurassic Park and Driving Miss Daisy.
Maybe I'll save it for a sunny... Sunday?
If only it would rain and you'd come out and I'd come out
and we'd be dripping glycerine
and lasting for a while.



---Cherish the Dark---
by: Fate_of_mind

As we wait in a room,
colored in steel,
eyes not moving,
with hearts that never heel.

Ive been waiting so long
that my torch has burned out,
its like a cave without a tunnel,
like pouring oil without a funnel.
Maybe if we wait long enough,
the ceiling will burn through us,
maybe we will burn it through and through,
it will never move,
never come back to this place so blunt,
as we stare at the moon,
with glaze on our eyes,
and a heart thats still glazing.



---It's Friday Night, Let's Party---
by: BluesyBilly

"I just don't feel like it," she said
We both laid in bed, bored
Since I wasn't gettin any
I decided to head for the kitchen
to down an entire bottle of Crown Royal
Yeah, that'll cheer me up
and make me feel all warm inside

Sex must have lost its meaning
in our relationship, then again,
that's all that it was about

Stumbling back to the room after awhile
and in my drunken state of mind
we argued, I said something
that I might have regretted,
but somehow we ended up in bed
and in while in the heat of the moment
we 'wrestled'
#3
Call me biased, but red.
loved this:
"You, me, your golden girl dreams,
your rich Ovaltine, and your stuttering speech."
and the ending.

And thank you. It was most enjoyable =p
I owe a ton of people critiques.

If you're one of them, please PM me.

I have trouble keeping track.
#5
she sells sea shells by the sea shore.

all of these
bumped for love
On the eight day we spoke back...

let there be sound.