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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Dear an amazing woman, From the dawn of time (And quite possibly before) Mankind raised a still unanswered question; What makes a woman amazing? Of course, man came up with a theory, An amazing woman has a 12 inch waist, Long blond hair with each strand molded into place And don't forge...
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    As tears grazed over hollowed cheeks, You didn’t say it would be alright, Or that things would get better, Or try to stop the sobbing That echoed through the darkened room. You didn’t wrap your voice Around the hurt, Or make a tourniquet Of weightless promises Aroun...
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    Voices Rock the tender, swollen mass Somehow still contained in my skull. Using tongues and teeth to Get their opinion branded into The newly formed scar tissue. Burning the bleeding veins of Lust draped love With sleek heated scalples....
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    Redesign the structure of my thoughts, Lift the cement cornerstones from my shoulders, Embrace the haunting, humming buzz Of hope, scraped free of fear. Lose yourself in the dizzying swarm, the Vast chambers of once charted territory. Explore the skin you once had memorized Escaping the grey...
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    Let your sobriety blur Into a twisted mound of colors, Soggy and dripping onto the grey. Look into my eyes And escape yourself in a sea of red, Guide my hands over your face, Show me the hidden scars on your skin. Hold me close and let go, Let go of the past, (The nails on the chalk board) ...
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    It hurts to be happy. Letting go of your pain Is like plucking Shards of glass From my skin. Knowing it has to be done, But wondering; Would it be easier to Leave them there? Bury your pain In scar tissue? To let myself Drag my fingertips Over your hurt, Pretending I can still Take i...
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    You asked me what happiness was, And I don't know. Eyes, maybe, Brown eyes, seeing me, Seeing through me. Or hands, Not laced with self-hate, Touching me, Stroking My thoughts. Swiping At the steamed glass And judgmenta...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    I regret his cold hands on me, The thought of his (once-welcomed) touch, Shows that it was never meant to be, Shows that all we had was lust. The corners of the numbness he left behind Are slowly burning, scornfully, with rage, The flames grow brighter, leaving me blind, While my demons claw ...
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    Love is always enough. It blankets you, hides you away, Holds you, when the night has been too rough, And brings you into the pain of another day. It drops hopeful notes on desperate ears, A haunting melody of forged trust, Signed with a mixture of blood and tears, On the bloated virgin paper...
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    The Mask is pain, scarring your face, Digging into your eyes and leaving dark pockets under them. Its liquid surface dripping into your mouth, Your words are no longer yours. You belong to The Mask, it protects you... For a price. It controls you. But I see under it. You know I do. Is that wh...
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    The barn. Maybe that's where it started. On a tarp covering rotting, soggy wood. With you wrapped around me, Childlike. Sucking on pale skin, Leaving purple marks, Smiling, knowing you'll be on my mind later. The barn. Maybe that's where it should end. Among paper plat...
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    I try not to see the hope in your brown eyes, The hope that threatens to drag me in, Because where hope once was, distrust now lies, While spiders of self-hate crawl across my skin. I’ve lost strands of myself to so many That the blanket I once had has been reduced to thread. So what I want...
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    Oh the well manicured hands of passion! The right curled around petty hopes of trust, The left capturing us in a quick fashion And chaining us to the wooden stakes of lust. It blinds us until we are prisoners of the mind, Holding us captive in slimy dank cages, Where glossy half truths grow vi...
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    I don't miss his sunglasses, The stupid mirrored lenses hiding his eyes, Or the way he unwillingly trespasses Into my mind, where his memory lies. And I don''t miss his foolish pride, Placed like a wall between us two, It's only purpose to divide And to smother anything t...
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    He moved into my mind, Making a home on the empty sockets, His tiny body and blue eyes haunting me, And claiming the rent is cheap, he refuses to leave. When he walks the floor-boards creek, The sound sends memories knocking at my eyes, Memories once rich and creamy, Now oily and sour, like...
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    I went for a walk today. It wasn't really the perfect, sunny, walking day. The trees were bent over so far from the wind they seemed mere inches away from snapping in two, the puddles were well over my ankles. I ignored the voice in my head that was calling me crazy and walked slowly down the s...
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    Sometimes I wonder why we refer to ourselves as 'you'. You are not alone, we tell ourselves, or,you can do this, and sometimes, you can't keep going this way. Why do we feel the need to talk to ourselves like a stranger, simply glimpsing at individual events of our life? Maybe because...
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    When I crammed all my demons into a cardboard box I never expected them to seep through, Or crawl up and wiggle through the locks (And eat away the multicolored duct tape too.) Their split fingernails and yellow hands Lazily crept back to my eroded soul, Dripping through me and leaving my sa...
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    His touch was not soft, Just hidden behind piteous respect, An act he claimed and threw off, And, curled in his pride, he I could not reject.  His voice, like rocks grinding off each other, Caught me as bait in his trap, And I know he'll have another, Who's sanity will smolder and ...
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    Run tears like thick slush! While lurking and suffocating feelings Keeping innocence sleeping beneath Hope of trust, forming a struggle between Hands freed and emotions unsure. Protecting cords loosening from Her thawing heart, the Useless words rendering mouths empty. Empty mouths renderi...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    A distraught homeless woman tries to huddle inside herself. Her once vibrant hair is now streaked with premature silver strands that twist around her aged face. The skin on her cheeks is stretched taunt against her high cheek bones and fragile jaw line, her forehead is a mass of loose flesh, floppin...
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    Step through the looking glass, just swim through the shards, To Alice’s wonderland where your dreams blind, To an internal straight jacket your soul guards. Pool into the cushioned place of the mind A false asylum where fears are deceiving, A coiled prison where memories are bind. Has a...
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    Never Together but not bound Sizzling and snapping flashes of Moments bubbling and cracking Like happily ending, Fantasy formed by Splashed hunger and raked hair Lost notes mumbled for thirsty ears. Ears thirsty for mumbled notes lost Hair raked and hunger splashed By formed fantasy End...
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    Moments of time start to pile in a heap, Demanding to be wrote off as empty space. Slipping into the black glass of the abyss A mirror of the image gushing in. Hiding in plain sight behind a fake reality, Echoes of the masked pulsing reflection Clinging to the strands of a slain safety net. ...
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    Broken mountains reaching for the heavens Illustrating the hidden goal of the past, Laying to rest notions of anything but Lost images of accomplished empty dreams. Moving to stair into the reflecting glass, A teetering glimpse of hopes flickering flame Nesting under the struggles and trials...

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