My hands fly when a new love
claws at my padded door,
and they stagnate before
the slam and dust rises
as I turn her away.

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Too Many Lyrics
Patrick Attaway

Two memories...
We sat across from each other
in the rockabilly pizzeria.
I remember waiting
in the parking lot

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November 2014
Patrick Attaway

Her gold bangles clink
to the rhythm of my memory,

summers in the sun in the pond,
with her watercolor shirt blowing in the breeze of the pond reeds.

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Cattails
Roxanne Smith

Every song is a story; a subtle belonging of a creative heart,
Ití wanderlust, a pure wish and sometimes, a soulful prayer,
And if that is to be believed; then I am a storyteller,
My voice and my guitar...


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A few notes on my guitar
Ayushi Mehrotra

Watching Emma cry
should be an entire film
where she pouts
with her complexion
too clear to know

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You Sound Like the Cure
Patrick Attaway

BALLERINA

New York city full of life,
hope and fates. On darkened
empty stage, alone she waits,

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BALLERINA.
philip allsop

People are only hands
Our big big brains
that we lord over the earth
has only ever been the pilot
of a vessel that creates

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Hands
Charlie Trochlil

"I suppose
you like
scented candles &
all that crap,"


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Beginnings
Catherine Cronin

Blood pressure spasms,
a shaking fit
under the alpaca blanket,
little threads itching.
I waited months

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That Call Back Feeling
Patrick Attaway