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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Do you know what I crave A heart in a car on a road Nothing more The smell of sulfur rich and thick in the air Like leather gone uncured Black dirt on the soles of his boots Propped up on the dashboard Because now I am driving He plants kisses in my cherry hair Infuses my neck with gold an...
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    Give me white pure and clean and unspoiled silken milk. Draw the bath and fill it with gallons and gallons. White on white, the milk on my skin. The milk washes away my scars, repairs my framework, makes me strong. Recently, I've been lacking in calcium. Funny, the things love d...
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    A stone mouth says nothing. It just sits glumly and stares You may attempt to pry apart its jaws But you will only succeed in picking chips of rock from its lips. Moss grows on the stone mouth. It has sat long unspeaking. Its lips are weathered and worn, torn but not revealing wo...
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    Under the waves under troubled satin waters are butterfly filled skies of diamonds watching as the world rotates and a girl with kaleidoscope eyes and eyelashes is standing in a rose colored doorway and laughing, at the butterfly filled skies of diamonds shimmering and shining in blue light...
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    Celestial splendor, silver, sorrowful, and sad… sparkles on the marble of the savior of this land, Shadows, stripe and spite you, they make me mad Ever since you’ve gone, it seems like everyone’s forgotten you So I crawl to your statue, and I do lay, I lay golden orchid crown ...
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    Licorice beetles crawling over a tumbling, crumbling wasteland of rock, burnt brown, under the fierce eye of the butter sun’s ire. The plethora of pale sticks, plaguing warm plateau, look like bones, or old dry legs, tossed meaninglessly onto the brown chocolate land, blistered and cra...
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    I am empty and it eats me I hear music faintly calling for me strings that creak and ache so stuck with age needing resin like oil that they may sing again. I hear them and they are so beautiful. pearls form in my eyes drip down my cheeks astral packages of emotion and all that i...
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    Ink. Shake me! criticize me shake me, and stab me with pointed garnets My blood has been replaced ­– it has dried and evaporated into my skin and now my veins pump ink. Creativity is me. I am the pen. Tell me what to write and I will dance and sing I am the instrument, Hermes'...
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    (good night mom who looks at me like i’m a crazy little boy). my brother gallops up the stairs on hands and feet like some bizarre wild animal with floppy brown hair. (i want to kiss you) i don’t want you to kiss me you’ve given me two hugs already. affectionately i say go before ...
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    lights sparkling lights blue and green and fuchsia like the color of a salmon flashing in the sun it’s belly white as the flesh of a cut chicken breast like the gills of plump mushrooms swelling in dark rotten wood the lights shine sparkle on wet streets wet streets that have been sho...
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    Grace is a mountain with a woman’s face. She does not speak, but from her essence radiates music, deep, clear, and soulful. The melody is never the same, never repeating. Grace does not sleep. She carries the harsh weight of the world always, and she tires. At night, she looks up, and basks in the...
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    Caramel. Lovely, lovely caramel. I like the way you feel in my mouth, on my tongue, teeth and gums. Round. Soft. Curvy. Warm. If I ever met you, Caramel, I imagine you would have good skin. Good skin and curves. Your skin would be the rich soft color of you, brown, warm and tender. Your lips would b...
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    It was sunny the day I met Lucy. I was 26. She was 19. We were walking in a crowded street, and caught each other's eye. Her blonde hair was back in a ponytail. She wore a red scarf. There was a yellow star painted on her cheek. We stopped walking before each other and the people passed around ...
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    At first, there is no sense of anything. Then, there simply is. A blackness that does not cloak, for it is the cloak, the thing. It is existence. And it is warm. Warm fluid in the black and gradually, color seeps, into being. Red, not ruby but maternal. Red of blood, not of bleeding, but of another,...
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    Golden showers come raining down, sweet and warm. They cling to her skin, shimmering on her eyelashes and dancing in her hair. And she laughs, clear and beautiful. She dances, her feet light steps on the Earth’s face. The Earth smiles as she dances, and her dimples form barrows and glens, the wrin...
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    [Title]: I Want Some Kind of Love or Recognition for All the Sinners and the Saints I Have Become I want some kind of Love or recognition For all the sinners and the saints I have become. I want that kind of Lust and triumph only brought From war or battle, Yet still I wish for That peac...
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    Tiny creamy cherry flowers feeding on sunlight craving moonshine apricot stars and swirly black holes filled with bits of charcoal and long forgotten formal paintings, dusted with glitter and spiderwebs....
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    Emerald-crimson stars and spiky solar flares of navy and sapphire blue, guard and garnish the milky jet velvet, that cradles the new pearl that grew from tiny grains of sand in a little purple flower sprouting from a spiraled stem of alabaster white, which is nursed in the observatory...
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    The room is big and boxy, old, and dusty, and filled with lots of corners and squares and great geometric arches. The windows are tall, and big and very thick and dusted, decorated with curtains of wispy tattered spider webs. The ceiling soars high, like an ancient stone cathedral’s, a...
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    Ashes. White hot ashes, falling. Resting on the caps of graying snow. As the snow grows old, it turns from new and clean, to ugly. First gray, then the dead brown. The snow goes ugly. But is it the fault of the ashes?...
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    If any of us could see, stretched before us, the infinite possibilities and consequences sprung from out titchy actions, there would be no way to comprehend life. Go; choose the paths and buttons that will divert you from catastrophe, heartbreak, unpleasantries and other miscellaneous misfortunes- t...
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    Be good, my baby for love is never always enough. Remember what the sweet things are and were and will be. You will be there to experience them to relish the moment until the last star dies from the evening and the first rays of umber brush across the dew studded horizon. You, my baby hav...
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    As the world falls down Coulomb's law cannot save you. Your numbers have left; they cannot function in this new habitat. You are not suited to this alien environment, and all the knowledge you have absorbed as a sponge, a soggy doormat, is of no use or vitality. I find you, a fish out of wa...
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    To spew lusciously, words spreading unhindered from rosy lips. Vowels, their sounds like violins, graceful and moving, and consonants, strong, as oak trees during a writhing grey tempest. Paper, clasped in my lips, is undecided and reluctant. To dance or not to dance? But gladly, I spew, a...
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    A Christmas tree A raspberry A lampshade, showered with diamond stars, knitted of frost and silver galaxy breath. A sock A chair A clove The sea, blue and tourmaline, tossed with seeds of reincarnated hearts....

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