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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Something is hovering over the atmosphere. It fills my sky with a smoke that shapes boulders over the sunlight and eats away security like fresh lava on a baby’s flesh. Life’s sureness is dissipated, and a queerness has entered my lungs. I can’t tell yet what lies in the hidden folds of thi...
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    A heart to heart discussion ?A melting of the soul ? They felt the rips and tugs ? Changing up the whole ? Picture of division ?Never to be seen ? Was this distant feeling ?Like two hills in a ravine. ?? From a glint in his eyes ? To a whisper in her heart ? They fell deep in love ? A...
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    The gavel of the judge slams against the wooded alter of Fate. A fate by which the judge commands, to his own wish or whim.   Faces of the audience pale with fever as Ability is tugged from under their knees, and the willpower to go onward, defeated in the third and last of the ominous rap...
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    My heart stopped. The wind snored northern blizzards and  beneath the coals I dropped.   Light. Dark. Light. So dark. Popped out!  Screamed, "I know you're there!" Echo-cho-co-oh. My heart stopped.   Faces; cut, strangled, cropped. Clenching my fist, I snarled and sopped....
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    The atmosphere, Humming quiet noiselessness, Sweats cold upon the compilations creation.   The electricity, Crackling broken records, Continues Circular Incessancy. D-D-Discrepancy…   The Desire, Straining for circuits intact, Reiterates derangement, Dissipates derision, Deigns dero...
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    My sister just died. How it hurts to watch him do it. Kill her that is, As she cries on right through it. My sister just died. Nine years of age With that devil whispering in the dark. Nine years of age, And she’s already struck from start. My sister is dead. And with her goes my hea...
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    Staring out her window, With her hair all in her face, She saw with a blind eye, Her surroundings, From top to base: The grass all dead and brown, Reminded her of the inset frown, Scowling at her reflection. That reflection made her cry. Peering out her window, Tears covering her face, ...
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