Idola

Our love of the rain, is a burning tyre, not pine needles and hay, an offering to the Gods, like ice cold fish knives, to show we're not alone, we were never easy or brave, around blue midnight, for what my family craves, demons rattle their bones, among candlelit signs, they pester me for loans, will take them anyway, our eyes meet the tide, at some terrible place, won't keep trouble at bay, this lifeline required, stumble in the roaring Hades, dampen their fire.

Ina

We stand by an unlit lamp, a tree, a bridge, the remains, of dinner like two tramps, who cannot bear, your red lips and white face, or a cigarette to share, suggesting the stamp, of forgotten domains, and faded glamour, like you were happy there, listening to the rain, before velvet au pairs came, and lost you a mansion, staking their claims, while your horses pranced, now your ace is distance, a cool look outside cafe's, showing them the dance, seeing eyes race.

Honey

That year was no symphony, always some reason, my partner fell out with me, a photographer of the dead, unashamed functional streams, wants to give it a rest, all our could have been's, are dazzled by the sea, radiotherapy changes everything, I always failed the test, difficult to find productivity, when other lies have spread, no poets gets immunity, or can rage about midstream, when it's time to pee, laughter comes not too deep, heaven is ice cream, lipstick, perfumed busy as a bee, praying for peace.

Hayley

Don't ever go wrong, she carries yellow lists, searches rooms for one down, your heart inside your bones, chained against her fits, places she won't go, you might spend a ton, or need a ship, be prepared to hack it home, not what she proposes, nor whom she enlists, even if it comes to blows, knowledge always sits alone, rain lashes down in fits, across frightening horizons, she regulates like a metronome, in this house of whispers, storms carry her along, make it swift.

Heysha

What is there in probate, that makes you weep, care what toll it takes, makes you ask why, what fashions that belief, you can't shake the sky, factions here approximate, take your shy Tweets, as license to fornicate, anyone can make you cry, they all act so cheap, a few pennies on the side, your forbidden gains, counting even in their sleep, they leave you nothing, don't bleat, shout, berate, swoon before the Brief, remember just how to create, that explosive streak.

Gena

When you dance you moan, there is a better you, but you are not alone, a soul by railway lines, feeling blue, is nothing to this time, cold in your bones, floating in a life Perdu , you are a ship that groans, tut as the clock decries, eyes sailing on inner feuds, you can cross the line, love will help you atone, ask what you want to do, when it comes to condone, stash your ticket and iphone, you are beyond this queue, cast away easy from home, explore your virtue.

Gertrude

Sometimes life's a pain, especially from the inside, people who you cannot face, nothing in your eyes to own, but an uneasy lie, your lips like stone, true to a love restrained, feel your cheeks rise, battered by the falling rain, a woman of hope and bone, she beat out her time, didn’t ask you for more, where she once jumped Bail, found places safe to hide, nothing kept her in jail, now isn't the place, to ask the reason why, you act with such disgrace, makes you want to die.