Quiana

What dreams have we kept, they ask us the ghosts, sat on bar stools bereft, leave us alone thank you, our skin might need soap, but we know something new, not to be fettered, twisted around like rope, let us take the weather, do what you say don't, faces strong as stones, who needs your purview, kind actions make us clever, carry tiny worms of hope, deep within our breasts, don't ask how we slept, or will we cope, on ships or stations left, summoning our dragoons, hearts burst their scope, being filled with virtue, requires polished tones.

Presley

Who can dream of empathy, sitting on a wall, boom of a broken sea, I find his eyes awake, dancing on thorns, he reads me and shakes, each day of uncertainty, echoed by his phone calls, an absence of reality, who wants to stake, a fear of being torn, no wonder why i hesitate, someone turns and asks me, a penny for your thoughts, I think about infidelity, so useless to fake, the lies we cast abroad, waiting for the next train, uncertainty digests reason, wondering if i'm born, within this season, shirred egg thoughts.

Oaklyn

Forget that you're better, those who try to kid, would they stay together, the Fleet's here to booze, off their foreign trips. and there's more good news, love is by request, where you laugh and skip, plenty of time to rest, no time for Tuesday's Blues, rolling off your hips, more a pause for truth, forget any easy duress, giving men the slip, anchors weigh on their chest, wearing your shiny shoes, kissing your finger tips, Juke Box plays your tune, could you be any lesser, wonder if stripped, you still read his letters, wise in what you miss ?

Nancy

i'm not a fool to fawn, before trials like that, my heart beats forlorn, I want to tell the sea, from my sinking raft, she's the best to dream, spirit finds ancient form, from our little chats, I sail to perfect calm, can i state this clearly, roar like a big cat, what's the worst you've been, from a love that's torn, sailing the morning flats, is not my idea of scorn, giving it all isn't done, these waves won't last, this girl's coming home, like she was never born, how's that for a gas, westwards into dawn, Oceans let me pass.

May

From her back porch seat, she carries a load, no time to think of defeat, secrets like lemons steeped, ravaged lipstick Eau De Cologne, she makes a song of feelings, when lovers trick or treat, she discovers perfume soaked, they drink their whisky neat, living by a swollen creek, her Bible's brave and a bold, brings her sense of ease, a granny rolls her sleeves, she's no rolling stone, an MK rifle by the sheets, doesn't taste grape or yeast, isolated but not alone, what's better than a feast, measures out her runner beans, the kids still call home, blowing fields of blue wheat, it's her vision stowed.

Lexi

You know what i mean, loving a rolling stone, narrow face deep seamed, i'm cool but burn with rage, even if he atones, he figures an open gate, just isn't my scene, his journey's are cloned, long past what i've seen, but I prevaricate, the knife is put on hold, why always too late, never safe to heed, the nub of what i'm doing, will he make me plead, wave bye bye to good taste, I have him all alone, my turn now to create, I conjure up a scheme, can still hear him groan, will he break free, when i say leave home?

Kaylee

Imagine why I'm cold, what has come to be, dances by the love you sold, sing that song you cry, growl it like a sea, a pink rose before you die, panic shall not show, who holds the bridge, best that I don't moan, keep hold of my lights, you will hardly see, the hidden cup of Cium, birds that have flown, fly through their weeping, singing as they go, they swoop across the bite, lost amongst the screed, problems set aside, the wind blows fiery baritone, all we have seen, the time that was khown, dissolves before me.