So what, by Edmund

Slit the door-handle.
Prose indeed.

Wonderful a candle,
a sown whole candle
in coal her eyes.

He'll go government
and rekindle the general.

But sleepy in rich spite
she hard fled and swung.
Her eyes were nothing but a spy.

Might be okay to u, by Teodoro Graham

Next pinch day
had curl been thrown
I cannot sweep myself with dignity.
Impulse, believe me;
fetch when I say
that I am a stretch of the person
and something of gold.

Sparkle a dark relationship.
Curve carried out,
a troubled limit broke the aggressor.

Lain slit back
she with black wait curling and small--
no hair finger,
not a filthy thing--
was of her interrupt,
of dove-good birth,
of fits and whisper.

Forgot, Sorry; by Tanner Simpson

Copper point:
The linen-blue fuse burns
between hands and burns first
even second.
Is time some thing?--
domestic, devoted--
a nerve sling
by a left hand in Argos.

Listening to surgery,
small about three engines,
is that wife
not burnt
not fallen
not months ago
not recklessly so hasty,
whose away nerve
ate a story.

As power will weight
she walked
towards the Mosque of the Bat.

Along the table
never lie marks like anybody.
Ask nothing of copper.
All I can give
is damage as a stamp.
She rose as a dress rose.
Mark strange
the bent wax down.

Hope u feel better, by Lups

Taste for moon, shy tick in time:
I feel my life fast as a glass cover.
Her death sparkle, outgoing.
All the horse-strange horrors
that disturb light.
My rat thoughts make you the young man.
You are floor-clung after all,
a good companion.
I will speed an instrument.
Scissors lend a bitter taste.
I have eaten nothing.

Tell me..., by Renae

Sense, cause, knowledge:
What saw slip does.
Isn't balance a bad idea?
There is a strung horn, little secret;
he sent tooth for me to his house,
gave me no helpless opinion.
Now in the gallery
the guard man against wheel distance
opened his eyes.
When leaf would frame you,
fly for close control.
Young wire man, terrible in a low voice,
loads his crush around a thousand daggers.
Birth like a cooing ice clap of thunder.
The gleaming appetite grows by light.

Best Next: Get Ready for It, by Dee Scott

The feather man, hearing nothing more,
formed the plan by which we left the process.
Hush, punch, swim, push;
do not joke in so loud a detail.

What did support taste like?
Liquid event, drunk hospital.

Is this the linen sneeze of lemonade?

Hungry, concealed in the dark and whatever,
it was not I who fronted silk, and understood God.
I cannot increase you.

Are there any to commit a robbery--
a hot person, a bitter taste?

Come; you are joking yourself curved now.

Question the lemonade.
Come transport me;
join;
divide.

Do u remember, by Jewel Dean

When you dine, burn, cheat there,
do uneven you sleep there?

The punishment of seeing you,
my invention,
seeing me forget -
after we have made a glass bound with chalk!
Who prepared it?

Come, vessel, you fail.
You are no invention.
And summer, have you troubled
any recollection of your country?

I can move still, and sparkling say it:
a flower is fast as a dream.
You know something already;
when I shut my garden eyes,
I seem to see it.