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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Morning breaks with a squaw and a cackle And the scrape of a wooden chair being pushed away from a kitchen table The birds outside starting to peep hesitantly, And the nighttime reluctant to relinquish her grasp on the woods and the nocturnal beasts Morning breaks with a So Slow Opening of ...
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    Faded, dusty Teal-and-pink covered Journal that was never remembered enough but Holds a few precious moments of The girl’s young life Sits On her shelf next to the book of Fairy tales and her second grade yearbook Waiting until she grows Nostalgic again for the time when she Didn’t wri...
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    I don’t believe in periods at the end of sentences because I think they are too finite to have a use And I don’t believe in any sort of commas or semicolons because they are a pause that never happens in the real world so I guess I only believe in poems I spend my days in a cycle that never en...
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    I have burnt reddish wings And you have a pale blue-green Like your eyes, and I remember That time you called me beautiful And that other time I called you lots of bad words for Breaking my heart for no reason It’s kind of funny how We both became butterflies at the same Basic time peri...
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    If I could paint you a picture, I’d save myself a thousand words But in the absence of a paintbrush And with my art skills not assured I’m singing: We were a tapestry, We were a masterpiece We hung so proudly On the walls of our lives We were two puzzle pieces But now our puzzle ...
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    Today we follow the chronicles and commodities of a boy-man Satchel Lancaster. He passes through your life three times this day. Satchel is a boy-man at 16, scrawny and socially awkward. He starts the day at 6:13 to an alarm clock yelling in his ear and a mother yelling in his father's ear o...
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    One week later, mere hours before troops are deployed, one of my advisors gallops up beside me on her horse. In a rush she tells me, “King Benine, new sources reveal trouble within our fair nation of Sacroma. As your most loyal advisor I beg of you to postpone the sending of troops so we can meet ...
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    I am an old man, it is true, but my people respect me and I am a fair ruler. It hasn't been easy leading the nation of Sacroma, but I have earned the respect of my people and I work tirelessly to ensure that it continues. The world does not need another uprising; the last one we had almost dest...
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    it is a peculiar feeling, falling away from someone once held dear, once held close enough that their soul brushed up against yours and left a mark forever burned into the recesses of your heart it is a peculiar feeling, looking back and remembering a smile and a laugh and a stolen moment, a...
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    large, open blue sky, a bird’s eye, the ocean, that little drop of dew that collected on a spider web in the early predawn hours grains of sand, a young sapling, a small brown fox, the buds that grew seemingly overnight on the trees, promises of warm weather and prosperity and love froze...
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    the girl, who looks at me with a gleam in her eye, dangles her legs off the railing as if tempting fate The sun is protesting quietly in the distance burning hues of red and gold throwing tongues of fire onto the water flashing angrily but she doesn’t notice The palm tree next to her s...
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    You are sitting in a small locked room, pointing a gun at your temple. With shaking fingers you pull the trigger, waiting for the bullet to rip through flesh and blood and end your life. To your dismay, the gun clicks but does not fire. You squeeze your eyes shut and try again. Again, the mechan...
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    Why is the protagonist of a story always some great guy who discovers something that nobody’s ever seen before? He’s always the one who finds the secret door or escapes the prison or manages to question things people don’t question. I mean, I guess it makes sense, you can’t write a story abo...
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    “Nineteen, what do you think you’re doing?” Thirtyfive asked me, her eyes wide. “I’m opting out. Turning back time. Re-living the glory days.” “Yeah but why? You’re Nineteen, you have been for 70 years, and you will continue to be forever after. Why bother reminiscing?” She a...
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