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Friday Night Features
Volume XLV

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Literature
TouchMy legs wrapped loosely
over your lap,
fingers weaving
with frantic wanderlust
through an intoxicating,
aromatic
thicket of tresses. 
Longing to get lost,
yearning to yield,
craving to clutch your lips
to my pulsing, pounding chest.
ChairsThere's nothing quite so lonely,
As a row of empty chairs.
Left in an empty room
With no one sitting there.
There's nothing quite so hopeful,
As a row of empty chairs.
Standing there waiting
For the crowd to enter there.
There's nothing quite so cheerful,
As a row of empty chairs.
When the crowds start to come in
and fill them up again.
And the empty chairs,
Aren't empty anymore.

overlap.Built on half-beat bricks, blinking amazedly over and over:
such things tumbled in red and brown – you're over and over;
cry the words again – spilling louder! and louder! and still
pieces of mixed-up souls pile up in snow drifts over and over.
Tell me, have the brightly coloured letters crushed up in
your brain like powdered dreams, rattling inside over and over?
Yet, dusk screams from the outside, shrieking the insides up
like torn pieces of cloth, settling and falling, still over and over –
until, once the trees beam, twice the flowers bow, the tower-
tall stories reach up and nestle in your ear, over and over,
like the images of tea-stained burdens, heavy upon your
tongue, as your nose searches for howls: over and over;
biscuit crumbs settle like dust around all bottled-up liquids, like
the blood-stained tears falling from your spine over and over.
It is an endless maze of coloured drawings – crayoned on
your lips, blue and yellow and purple, bleeding over and o
shipwreckthe girl who watched the rain
wore a cherry red dress and
a painted smile;
bare thighs and sticky fingers,
she waited for her thin wrists to break
and for the pretty-eyed boys to
haunt her dreams;
through the darkness of the fog
she could see trembling leaves
and rattling windowpanes
and yet she did not care.
not for herself, not for the world.
not for lonely souls
not for the cowards or the whores.
she only knew one face.
eventually.i remember to use my voice only when i need it least.
stuttering, stammering, i am the suicidal yet soul bearing spitting out of syllables;
i choke.
sputum and spokes of cilia heavily coat every word being uttered by a mouth- yours.
A gaping hole i have often found myself lost and found in,
time and time again.
the laundry my sick, cyclical psyche impedes upon itself;
bleach self-medication must be provided accordingly.
we want so hard to believe there had never, ever, been stains;
we live placebo li(v)es.
i am residue of a bubbling cauldron morphed into an epic (yes, heroic in deed and love),
i spill over; fire fazed, i finally face the cooling rigor mortis
ah! such affinity can be found in the word 'cooling',
it is what makes the rigor mortis palatable mind you.
as such is the earth's crust forevermore in need of cooling,
also is the heated passion of entwined souls and their capsules.
we become but a splatter of secret sauce- sweet, sour, spicy,

AllergensA brush with toxin
busts skin,
swells eyes.
There's hay fever,
and pollen,
and then there was
me.
Creepers clasped-
snapped the oak,
split the elm's heart.
Roots like piano wire
strangled lilies,
throttled tulips.
Moss assaulted,
smothered the surface,
rotted the core.
Lips to the bark,
I cracked,
scattered the leaves.
lunawe curl around this meaning of life
a fox tail, white
surrendering our
cleansed spirits
our elegiac eyes, pastel
blossom clutters our wrists
may i sugar your
eyelashes
bath water seeping and hushing
ambered and soften
we lay
and turn to the grass stems,
the daisies hiding
sweetly, closing rose kissed veins
knuckles frosted
and i kiss your
cooling eyelids
and curl around your open palm
clouded
air soft
whimper, whisper lilac song
ErrI strip
Skin.
The kitchen
Sink has
A polish of
Uneaten silt.
On the stove
Are stains of
Restraint:
Yolk, balsamic
Vinaigrette, cheap
Pomegranate tea.
The kettle eyes me
Heedlessly, fuming.
I think briefly about
Magnets— oppo-
Sites attracting—
And cannot
Conclude
If the scale is
Tipped in my favor
Or reads Err.

emergencyit was another one of those nights
barefoot
the shhh of the radio
beatles album, abbey road
i cried for the soreness of my
limbs, i cried for you
i never told you my middle
name, i kept it hidden in a box
beneath the stairs, shy of your
love and of you
and baby i don't talk about it,
but i keep it slipped under my
belt like some kind of sick
stigma, water lapping up over
my sides as i overflow
oh goddess of (im)maturity
grant me the strength to finish
this prayer, speaking in
tongues to a god that won't
listen, crying in the dollar
store parking lot
here one week, gone the next
:thumb295779770: Tongue-Tied Love.Some nights
worms eat across my brain.
I bask in the shameful glory,
of pulling scabs off heartache.
And yet;
this habitual nature defines me.
Eyes affixed to sunless skies,
I no longer find comfort in looking away.
Some days are spent watching the sunshine pass me by.
Dawn.
Dusk.
Darkness.
I wish I could shut my eyes,
But I've been staring void for so long,
this sticky guilt,
it measures in tons.
It hurts to speak at times.
No words can do you justice,
when everything you know
is makeshift.
so,
I just move on.
Maybe
comic relief was never present,
and opportunity avoids my threshold,
like the plague.
Its hard to speak when
listening ears reverberate.
And the concept of connecting with another
remains so vague.

:thumb298292479: Crack your jawThe hills behind us,
Are lit up in magnified stars.
And we're high above Saturday night,
You're touching the top of the sky.
I look out across the valley,
At that distant red light,
And I feel the chill in my ribcage.
But you put your warm arms on me.
You bite my lip,
And for that moment,
We're a stillframe, all orange and white orbs,
That's how I knew, this night won't ever end.
The night wind is cold now,
Colder than it was the first time,
But you said that your bed was warmer.
And that made me smile to myself.
I took the ring from my nose,
And set it down, no interruptions.
Your rhinestone eyes glint in the light,
From the open windows up here.
But I can't tell you,
The way that you made me feel,
Electric, slipping your hand slowly,
Across the edge of my smooth pelvis.
You crack your jaw,
And for a moment it stops.
My hand finds your hand in the dark,
And I know that you're strong to survive.
When I woke at eleven,
You were still sleeping.
My right hand was still on your chest,
And


Photography
Supernova by FlexDreamsBlocking the View by AlisaTamnaDreaming by ulyce
Chamonix Needles ID by alexandre-deschaumeslibra. by ankooruLanding.. by M-Atif-Saeed
Atomic Pink by ulorinvexIn the spotlight by PeenbuikerJessica on stage by Usagi-Tsukino-krv
Until Then by ahleyChair symmetry by johntisburyCentral Park South by Tomoji-ized
Tiger Play - EAP 38 by ElykAerPhotographyThe City - 1 by ElykAerPhotographyDeath Bass -3 by mjranum-stock

Artwork
blue shine by Massi-SanConja by beastofoblivionThe room with a fireplace HQ by Ultrarender
April O'Neil by DavidRapozaArtRuvim and Yuash by LuviiiLoveCrow by YolandaBlazquez
Defend Your Nuts by Wildweasel339Witch Doctor by Ziom05Oiran in Tangles by katrinapallon
Emily Jean Stone by ryan04ryanSS Undead 2 by NeilMcClementsThe Exorcist: A Study by vee209
Doe by confusedasamugKnockdown by daRozZug by SheLovesTwilight

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ElykAerPhotography May 9, 2012  Hobbyist Filmographer
Thanks for the features! Appreciate it! :)
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dreamsinstatic May 10, 2012  Professional Writer
You're welcome.
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ankooru Apr 30, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Amazing choice, thank you very much for including my work! :heart: :wave:
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LuviiiLove Apr 28, 2012   General Artist
<3
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dreamsinstatic Apr 28, 2012  Professional Writer
:heart:
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johntisbury Apr 28, 2012  Professional Photographer
Cool collection of work. Thanks for the including my work in the feature.
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dreamsinstatic Apr 28, 2012  Professional Writer
My pleasure.
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AlisaTamna Apr 28, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
This is the first time someone has acknowledged my work, and I feel... honored. Thank you.
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dreamsinstatic Apr 28, 2012  Professional Writer
I'm sure it will not be the last :)
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Massi-San Apr 28, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
thx again sooo much!!!!!grazie mille
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