My want,
My need,
My desire…

It’s all conveyed
As a mysterious message,
A pathway,
Of which he could only understand
Through the gaze of her war drawn eyes…

Also,
As a mystic’s force is apprehended,
More and more
Of his so very abundant amount of feelings,
Are being forcefully drawn out,
Being exposed
As their dim light shines
And radiates
A fine script of text,
Displaying the images of a fantasy…

A fantasy as to where all of his wishes were drawn,
Together,
As one…

Written by [Galax'Or]

I wasn't looking for love
And definitely not for you
I'm a trouble child
And even that, you knew

I've made plenty mistakes
And you, probably more
You're a cannon set loose
A wild card, a whore

So why did we agree?
So why did we meet?
We felt more than something
More passion, more heat

And this fire you've lit
I can't seem to put out
Tongues burning and twisting
But still, I have doubts

I've built up my walls
Won't jump without reason
Don't dare to hurt again
Can't stand to give in

But a spark that stays strong
Whispers soft to my heart
Says, "Tomorrow is here,
It's time for a new start."

Written by [davis van]

And then one day the shadow spoke
Reached in deep past teeth behind tongue
and pulled out my heart.
Dull and slimy, a nightmare fish.

Uncertain, like a dream, I opened
with a wet crush my heaving chest.
Here's your poison apple, I said.
Take it, take it, take it.

The shadow did not say,
Not poison--caramel.
But I tasted it, on the roof of my mouth,
gumming and gluing my teeth together.
The aftertaste of poison,
and caramel.

Written by [little flag]

I’m walking on skyscrapers again,
I know the feeling, like I did last time.
But the poet’s still speaking Greek,
And the birds are eating snakes,
God can I sing?--

“--Hey bungalow Bill,
What did you kill?”
And did you kill it for me?--

Where’s the noisebox?--
I’ve heard it’s around--somewhere wailing,
Like a goddamn cat, I think--
--that if it lived I’d kill it.

“--Hey bungalow Bill,
What did you kill?”
And did you kill it for me,
Say ‘yes’, please--
It's not Greek, Speak!

Out of the Cathedral I crawl,
Annoyed with the time, I
Spent there on my knees.
Why have one martyr, when I can have
Three--Crucified, all next to me?--
Hey, bungalow Bill, kill the next--
--one for me.
And then sing.

Written by [Chetleon]