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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I’m putty in your hands; you push down so I become smaller. And I’m changing shapes to fit the pressure you place upon me. You control me with your touch, but you just crumple me up and mash me back into the jar. Inside the jar, I wait for you, but the air circulates around, and I beco...
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    The sound of your laugh, you’re good at math, it’s when you sing, and everything. Your articulation, and animation, the way you hug me, and act with chivalry. Your goofy style, I love your smile, your coordination, and enunciation. Your feet do smell, but you treat me well, y...
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    It’s the kind of day that, if my life was a movie, it’d be raining. Whenever there are funerals in movies, the sky is gray and there’s always a soft downpour or a heavy drizzle (your call, depending on your disposition in life). But on the day my sister died, it was the first wee...
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    There’s something so poetic about a troubled soul. A tragic kind of beauty in someone who smokes just to feel the high and forget the lows. There’s something so captivating and intriguing about a man who poisons himself just to ease the pain. But when I think enough, all I can say i...
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    Dark dresses and darker embraces, we’ll get in the car and drive away. But without my sister, because she’s the one we buried in the ground today. Everyone else is just stopping by, they get to leave, but I must stay, And this heartache isn’t going to fade, when I said goodbye to my s...
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    I remember the stairs to the beach where we carved our names. I remember the sweet spiciness of cinnamon gum. I remember the jagged rocks that pressed into our bare feet. I remember the family who asked me to take their picture in front of the ocean. I remember the rough fabric of your p...
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    This is not a poem. For obvious reasons. People who write poems are a particular kind of people. A subspecies of “people” of which I do not belong or, rather, do not identify myself with. People who stay awake drinking coffee at bizarre hours of the night, and smoke scientifically unide...
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    you were the vodka on my lips, the reckless impulse, persuading “stay a little longer, it’s fine” you were my favorite sweater, the one that smelled like cologne no matter how many times washed you were the whispered secret, i hid from the world because you ar...
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    “Hey…it’s me…I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight…call me back when you can.” Hey you. I never deleted that voicemail. Yes, I know I should have. Maybe I’ll delete it tomorrow. Maybe not. That was the last voicemail you ever left me…or left anybody for that matter...
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    Shining dots filling the spots that take our breath away. A pattern, a maze just counting the ways, to get you closer to me. Frozen with a smile, let's stay here a while, I think I'll live forever. What a beautiful sight an illuminated night I'm intoxicated by your st...
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    Wide awake, 3am, staring at the ceiling. I can't even put a name to this feeling. It's sad, it's tiring, it's hopeless, it's confusing. There's no war to be fought, but still I am losing. My eyes are red, my head might explode. I'm completely empty, my he...
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    You’re thinking of giving up, Surrendering to your past. You want to forget it all, But don’t make today your last.   You’re having a hard time now, But an improvement is on the way. Things will change, I promise you. It takes rain for a flower to grow, they say.   You can’t see ...
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    It grips me like a cobra, It refuses to let me go. I’m screaming out, I’m sinking. I’m already six feet below.   My eyes begin to twitch, The panic fills my mind. Trapped somewhere I can’t escape, I’m seeking, but I can’t find.   The walls close in around me, I’m tangled i...

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