Anarchy of the Colors
A periwinkle madness is what we live upon: A beige confining moment, Forwhich the blackness spawns. The colors seize the moment ...
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Carry Me Home
Take me to where city lights are no longer found And we find ourselveslistening to twilight's whispering song Take me back to where weeping willowshang their sorrow to the ground Carry me home to a dwelling where Ibelong ...
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Fresh-Squeezed
I love the little dawn hours That climb from the sky to nestle in yourlap Painting bands of red and gold Across the walls Sometimes when Itouch those colors so ...
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Insomnia
Silence has a sound of its own: the ticking of the second hand, the scratch ofa weary pencil, the buzz and hum of appliances. Across the seas people arewalking under a flood of sunlight ...
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Ode to Shopping
I hear thevoices calling me.. ...
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She
She bounds upon the mist at night Before the hidden dagger fight. Sheeyes her victims with loving care Before driving them to complete despair. Her sword is held by her forked tongue ...
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Solitary Confinement of the Mind
The darkness is as blinding as it is binding my soul into its corruptbowl ...
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Stacey Bleeds
High school society's rusty blade Has somehow stabbed your strength and Cutinto your once-thick skin. Now your heart is leaking and The depth of yoursoul has ...
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The Ballad of the Independent Soldier
Everything that I have fought for has fallen into the sea I will suck upall the water and make a new society Anarchy? ...
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To My Mother
She races out the door And gets into her car. All she feels is anger Andthat life has been too hard. All she sees is blackness ...
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Turning My Life Into a 4x4 Cube
I turn my Rubik's Cube, confused, baffled, wanting all the red squares on thesame side. My thumb and index fingers are tired of twisting this box in myright palm. I'd like to splatter the small cubes ...
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Untitled
Dandelion seed Dancing feather on the breeze Promise to come back
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Untitled
The casual corduroyism of counter-culture Calvinism, strolling along in theshoes of low-budget economy, carrying all the complexity of ...
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War (A poem for two voices)
THE BOMBS soar ...
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You
Because You've made me happy, Because You've made mecry, Because ...
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