It was cold, it was raining, Even the sky was crying, We were separating… It was our last day, For your life you found a different way. I asked for one more date, You said, “sorry I can’t.” It was raining, I was crying… Rain cleared our feelings, Rain took our love. The sun wasn’t shining, There was no more life… You found your love, I found mine, You like your life, I like mine. In a part of my heart, you always are, In part of yours, am I? You’re still dear for me, maybe I am for you, But I like my destiny, how about you?

“Untitled” By Lauren Robeson

My world is full Of what I create myself; Awkwardness, hostility, Passion, temporary “insanity.” I blame others; a lie to everyone.

Not something I can recognize Without prompting; Cautious inquiries, Pressing questions That tend to force self-revelations That would otherwise be ignored.

Conversations at one a.m. Bring to light everything That is pushed aside in sunlight. The vulnerability reveals itself And oh, the melodrama.

I look for it to resolve almost magically with no intervention from me.

When I was younger I thought things would be easier, kinder? And now, not so much.

It’s the lies we tell ourselves that change everything; for better or worse this will never change, something I’m only learning now in the most painstaking way possible.

“…Yet” By Jason Tanner

Your eyes, a shade of blue that makes me long to swim naked in the hottest ocean, have a hunger in them as I melt into the warmth of your arms. I am safe, fading away. When I run my fingers through your perfect brown curls, I am entangled in my constant desire for your kiss. Your kiss, I can still taste. Your natural scent, a fragrance which Causes me to forget my name, still lingers and dances around my nose with an energy I had only dreamed of experiencing. I am paralyzed with adoration. Yet, scared you may drop my heart, smashing it into pieces. I gaze at your smile and how pure it is when we are laughing. My fears quickly morph into dreams, hopes, and a feeling of gratitude that I found someone who finally sees the real me. I look forward to tomorrow.

Reach these poets at lauren.robeson.79@csun.edu.