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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I. Exposure my grip on youth, innate and burgeoning, weathers prematurely. surrounded by leafless, moribund branches that are worshipped while the trees of life and growth and fullness are neglected, i pray for decay. a body full of blood that begs to burn and freeze ...
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    i have traced (with my tongue) the crooked places in your smile you didn't know existed my hands are cold and i steal from you (homeostasis i lack) i was dragged across desert as you skid across oceans (i have tied a string to your pinkie and held you like a kite – can you...
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    i will not fade into the distance like dust rolling across earths- you will scrape me off bit my bit like stubborn nail polish meant to adorn but making unwelcome residence on your fingertips. i am the rough patches leftover on your nail bed reminding you of your polish and pu...
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    my life is one large attempt (failure) to be in two places at one time (my feet are calloused by their unmediated bond to the floor beneath me whose existence i deny)...
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    girls with translucent enamel and bleeding tongues should not be allowed to kiss boys...
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    my lemonade is sweet only when the proportion of sour to artificial is just right...
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    i tasted and touched his blood flow where it matters least (to me) in hopes that the red of his skin would warm me as it promised to but the nerve ending of my lips and fingertips can tell his from yours (the cells on my surface will dance to anything and it takes no breeze to ...
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    bleed into my palm and with my other hand i will draw flowers on a chalkboard and they will grow as i conduct them to and they will burgeon blossom at my hand -i have made life...
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    when your foot twitches bounces bounces bounces do numbers run through your brain? do your feet make their way into equations of what you have taken, done, burned? i can tell a neurotic girl by looking her ankles- her tight flesh wrapped around her erect bone and her st...
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    perhaps your walls are solidly cemented brick on brick without a hole (a gleam) but tell me, do seeds sprout from the soil of your soul? do flowers grow inside of you? shine your floors as i fertilize my dirt. may neither one of us be happier than the next....
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    hello dearest mr. grey and slimy it has been months since i last looked you in the eye. i have come to ask if you are as much a man as i treat you to be is it you that runs through my toes fingers neck is it you that makes my gardens grow and die? i don’t feed you when i c...
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    your hand makes tsunamis of the calmest waters as i run my finger down the burn scar that stretches along your right thumb i trace its outline with my finger and i wonder why it is there but i do not ask because i like to wonder about you and everything you are i am af...
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    when i mistook the machinery for livestock and the clouds in the sky turned to cotton in a swimming pool and the cores dissolved into the apples while their trees' roots dissolved into the dirt this is when i retreated to a mountain in a range where the peaks were blades of scissors an...
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    The lighting in the library on that particular Sunday evening was dim; it was desolate, devoid of any life or sound or even a librarian behind the counter. The silence was broken only by the light, muffled footsteps of the dark-haired and tired-eyed girl making her way down each isle. She was not ou...
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    everything is mediocre and neutral either all across or balanced out by the extremes so you can either be content all the time or you can be very happy and very sad at the same time and you can either be adequate at everything or gifted at something and terrible at every...
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    What is there in a star more Than a pit of flaming dreams? Stolen from our somnolence And kindled at the seams. They throw upon the long night, Consumed by blind and hollow Things, scrapes of worn-out light to Illuminate sorrow And all which is silenced by Hot liquid tranquility ...
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    your eyelids creep down slowly to veil your looking glass and everything you think you know slips from between your fingers and everything you think you know betrays you every breath you take and every twitch of your fingers and your legs and the corners of your lips betrays you and...
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    Sitting on the sidewalk outside the supermarket was Desperation himself, an eight-year-old child with a pile of postcards in his hands. Sitting. Waiting. Out of the supermarket comes Lucinda Morrison in her leather skirt and her chiffon blouse and her high heels and her rich-person groceries. Sh...
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    Laying on the bed facing the wall She watches the ticking of the clock. And like a dislocated bone Pops into place, the arms push each second Forward into the next, and, struggling with each tick, Pile everything into one large burden to her mind. For nothing ever changes in the mind, ...
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    We live in a world in which we cannot differ between love and lust....
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    Why am I here? That is the question I ask myself every morning, when I wake up to the gleaming sun in my sensitive eyes. I sit up on my cot in my white hospital gown, and look around the room, seeing all my roommates, who are around my age: thirteen to fourteen years old. Yet, I still do not fit...

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