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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I knew a man, almost just like you and me. He was just like you and me; he sat in chairs, walked around, he never worked out. He acted old and tall. And the children loved him, I think. I think they looked up to him all the time; and whenever he was around children he would say "Well, ...
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    Why did the chicken cross the road? Because it was being followed by a bunch of people (who would eventually come up with a "Why did the chicken cross the road?" joke because of the following), and it really didn't like being followed because it had social issues, and so it just cross...
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    Noise comes, noise as noise in noise; Calls itself the noise, the noise So tall, so thin, yet not aboding Omens, nor smart features goading – But its predominating figure Subsists to self a social stature. Thick lights provide the noise no vision But passed, pampered, waived derision – ...
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    Those friends of mine were people who chased life to the ends— They chased all the girls in our classes and began doing a lot of things, Stuff that I would not dream of in a few hundred million way years— Afterwards they were satisfied with ‘unsatisfaction,’ And I watched that part fro...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    I never thought – Until today – to think Of life soothe wrought – Of adventures not my drink. Before thought I – I was young, without intention. Now – “ne’er old,” think will I – Toward an age beyond His mention. I will work with new mirth: A celebration of stead – ...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    :Love the skies: Rainbows fall down’un to meet you: Clouds swim round’singly:...
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    Seizure warnings, for: Along with the traffic lights beaconing, Along with the driving force of cars, Along with the driving force of people, Along with the monument of buildings, Along with the many open doors, There is the wilderness, that thing so partially stepped in, The billboards ...
  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    I met a girl that knew it all, Who walked down streets to feel proud and tall, But she went to the lake one start of spring, Looked into the water and then knew nothing. And I’m standing in the foyer, And I’m waiting to come in, While the weeping willow’s straightening up, You can onl...
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    She stands in the bedroom--She wants to lie down--Her skin is pale-- Her blonde hair is going to be undone-- She will be stripped naked-- She is going to fall asleep, and from that will hear a recurring lie--(Her innocence, her fragile senses, is going to be broken) Her lips are moving in ...
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    No I’m not at all troubled about the end of the universe. I’m just worried about me, that’s all. You know, it’s only life that encompasses me, it’s all that turns out to be for me, it is the world, it is the universe; when I am dead the entire world and the entire universe will mean ...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    In an unknown place, and in an unknown time, whilst for unknown moments of hatred, and whilst for unknown moments of abhorrence, without memory, and without momentum, in no restraint, and in no force, in the air, and around the matter, a candle is being lit for a woman named Jean Augsburg. I am not ...
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    There are squashed bugs on the floor As I am thinking of you, And I ponder their existences, How they jumped and how they flew. There is a lean and empty hallway, Large walls that are white from toil, And a polished wooden floor under me As my mind has begun to boil. There is a white cei...
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    The perfect world is a sea, your eyes, Only so, like timed on moments to flicker, no Way in obligation a whisper. Your sea eyes, they are sea eyes Because they are blue, and tinged With emerald green glass. Your voice does not whisper; if it Speaks it has the voice of the chaos Of something ...
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    If Manhattan were to sing, I’d have to be the weak one. For when he’d dance and when he’d smile, For everything I’d break-run. Here in the far away and thou The men will lie in the stream. Hope they may not be swallowed up. The Jungle and its angles gleam. If we were to take Manh...
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    (1) For floating in the world, I might charge you all I want, but bashed are the crickets on the doorsill, and oh so crazed are the goons under the hooding house roofs. High and low, out and in, you must come with me, High and low, out and in, you must come with me, High and low, out and in, you ...
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    See how they rough the skim on the waters, How their faces are grim by their smile. See them fresh in the morning, up on the sunrise dew, In day, hot on flowers and tall grass, At night, less than silhouettes, less than phantoms. See how the turtles peek their heads out of the water, The ...
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    I am only peering through a reflection On his eyelids; my soul shall never penetrate His vital irises. You play alongside, sitting and listening, While I voice to you an undeveloped insight. Your eyes are wide and queerly attacking. Is everything decided for me? It seems that I am slumpin...
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    You’ve been ponderous along time now Up in that room of yours, of which I smell the dew of your character, Of your successes, Tramping up and down the many, dilapidated flights of stairs. But don’t think I’m digested in your workshops, Or trying to work up a flutter in your stomach As...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    Mrs. Pierce came out of the laundry room at 2:02 PM. She had just thrown in the pile of “heavy” “colors” for a long wash. The warm stench made from the old, large boiler—it wouldn’t be called ‘putrid’ of ‘evil,’ but just ‘hanging around’—hung around her as it began to fade ...
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    I found a boat in a glistening wheat field, It wooden, solid, not a splinter, Yet when I climbed in did surroundings yield And show me in clear lake of winter. (No scurry, now, shall I tell, You leave if wish by insanity, But I shall tell it even to microscopic cell, My reveling stumblings wi...
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    The trees had no source. Coming from the grounds as sprouting began, the roots invisible, perhaps underground. The moss could not gather at its feetless grounds and the bark looked like wrinkled skin overcome and smothered by burst-out, muscular veins. Some leafing stems sprouted o...
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    Ay, and the shrill sound might be ringing in my head, where I dream of the future and how great the past must have been. It was incredible to hear the white noise when I was a kid; there was the cluing in on where I was and what was there. I find dread in the present, for here there is n...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I could have sworn I knew. I must have thought I was a genius. I could have sworn I knew. There was the buzzing in myself That invoked to scribble such words. I knew there was something important, I could have sworn I knew Something there. If only I could freeze the world And Be Holy Foreve...
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    Did you see me in the way When months passed by in caves of lies? Did you know just where we'd stay Rather than here in lovers' sty? Did you see the streaking pain Of glossy tremors, blood and all? Did you know that I knew Cain, Laughing, reminiscing about his call? Did you hide from all the...
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    Neil Gaiman: ah, how those British authors love to flit about with intertwining stories and mysteries. Of course, in the end they all come together to explain one “important” subsection of the book that at one single moment may feel absolutely vital to the reader, whatever it may be. Gaiman is a...

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