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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The burning stars blink out as we shut our eyes, the lullaby outside of animals- cradling and rocking you to a serenity sleep. The moon yanking the tide in perfect timing, a scene worth a thousand words....
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    Stuck in a swirling Winter Wonderland that's done a back flip, black snowflakes with a choking charcoal stench. Burned snow, soupy substance now called depression....
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    Transparent bricks disguised as windows, heated by the sun hardened by the man. Transparent but not invisible, weathered but not destroyed. Able to hold, easy to lose. Although it's easy to step on something you can't see, it's even easier to get stuck on something you don'...
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    Blanket of betrayal, pillow polluted with tears- I just don't know how I pushed you away when my intentions were to pull you closer. Feathers of fault bury me alive under the same ground we walked hand-in-hand on, is this what death feels like? In my universe, the sky cracked open and ac...
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    You see- if I were God everyone would receive a trip to Hell. Burning and crying, begging for my sympathy as I turned my music louder. If I were God, I would make some lives unbearable. I would combine my pain and power and hurt you in ways you could never master. I would make you cry two tim...
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    The sun shined this morning, making it's print on every piece of furniture in my room. Brightening my brother's cocoa color, showing the shades of my dog's hair. Lullabies being sung through it's rays, burning away the steaming problems of yesterday....
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    You seem to be omnipresent- in my head, in my heart, in the lines in my fingers. In my bed at night. In the mirror when I see a person staring back at me. Your face has become a part of mine, your curves has molded to mine. I am no longer just Zhada. Our names have been conjoined, our limbs bow-tied...
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    Punching walls screaming, cursing. Yo, how this happen to me? I'm just a kid. What about school? What about Mom? What about Dad? What about.. me? Two minutes of pleasure equals nine months of carrying plus twenty-four hours of labor. A grand total of eternal reprimandation. Kicke...
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    Said my nightly prayers, farewell for the next few hours to my friends, tucked my sister away to dream of prancing ponies, lastly snuggling under my blanket. The cotton didn't have the warm comfy surface, but cold, icy, winter-ground feel. Fabric softener scent once lived here- now o...
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    The temperature rose as you touched my lips, caressed my cheek, and seductively twisted my hair in your strong fingers. One thousand days ago we didn't even know each other, or love - it's funny how time ticks and tocks and grows. I drowned in your chocolate eyes, feeling what I didn&#...
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    You grabbed my hand and said you'd be here forever, from beginning to end, through thick and thin. Then the waters got a little higher than usual, more frequent, more disturbing- and that's when i felt your grasp transition to a loose hold then I couldn't feel you anymore. Whe...
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    Playing with people's emotions isn't the best game to choose, not everyone is in the stable mind, not everyone can handle it. They practice the perfect laugh, you know- the one that disguises the pain, that confuses people- maybe even themselves. As that painted smile smears across...
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    I'm swinging, my arms get tired and my knuckles are bleeding- but I keep swinging. I've been swinging for thirteen years, when do I get a break? I know I can't, but please explain to me why. I know if I stop I'll lose, but it's not like I'm winning anyway. I di...

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