| Summary: | U20M poetry by jess murray Penetrable with the naked eye? NO, tis forbidden, illicit, the pain cannot yet rest But. .the drill in mind, in hand. Can it satisfy? Can it be a means to an end? The end which is inevitable? Behind the walls. which ARE peneterable! YES, and through the portal lies the Promised Land which can relieve the pain of a suffered fan of the ones who sit on the porcelain throne amongst the bustle, tussle and crumple. s:•-' A view is shown! ,: As my princess guides my mind to the union of my flesh with mine • , The urge to purge the spooge. satisfied ! . . . But no more, hush! Be gone! Its time to fly! I died alone Behind the princess' throne. STEPHANIE TINIUM ADARA BONNELL poetry by brad kastendick THE FIRE Shimmering indigo encircles us; our souls glide together. Gentle crystals line your lips as your breath dances in the frigid air— rapid yet rhythmic. Your pale, pacific blue skin is a smooth arctic lake. Your gaze, muted light through frozen walls, so cool, so comforting, lightly waggling its tingling fingers in my soul. As labored as a glaciers drift, my mouth yearns to speak, despite the blissful numbness, and words melt the distance between us. "My winter love" echoes off the chilled, sap-phire walls. Your glide halts and your eyes narrow. Your icy silence scorches my heart. CHRISTINA JACOBSON submit your artwork, poetry, fiction or non-fiction to the concordian at fpo: . . . . . . ( or concord@cord.edu, . , , . all submissions are welcome.
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