Annual Emerging Poets Slam 2016
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Ensnared by her velvety smile,
I fall prey to her swathed wile.
Her fair skin beckons me forward,
The roseate words have me cornered.
Lush and lavish, her hair flutters about,
The day we met
There was no sweat
I didn’t fret
There was no threat
Still and yet
Something can begin
The tables did spin
Maybe a sin
Lost a grin
For I think I
You walk into that new shop on the corner. You've never seen it before. It's inviting store windows and beautiful exterior pull you inside. What are they selling?
words.
You avoid food all day long…
Maybe just one slice of pizza.
As you chew, the calories accumulate at the bottom of your throat.
You’re in public...but it can’t wait.