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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Lacking fuel and oxygen, smothered by the increasingly oppressing force of all she couldn’t understand and all she wasn’t, the flames of the fires she hid away for the cold winter nights dwindled, reducing to nothing but embers and spitting sparks of last hopes and final goodbyes that disappeare...
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    The birthday candles you never blew out. You had to give away the kitten your father gave you when you left. Not much remains where it should. Things are scattered. Not by the wind, but like the nails and tacks on the floor of the basement with the big table and daddy’s instruments and the boxing ...
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    You hate how you look with the lights off. With the stuff under your skin shining out through your pores and beaming onto your walls, like a nightmarish disco ball full of the s*** you give your friends and the nice words on the tip of your tongue you never say, but instead keep locked away inside y...
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    You’re not a rebel girl this isn’t a surly, black world you skin isn’t burning your sweat is only water and salt, just like your tears, you might as well be sweating from your eyes, crying from your armpits Think you’ve figured out where the memories go once you’ve lost them...
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    Everything she owns is coffee-stained she permanently smells of velvet perfume; coffee Looks like dry skin and sleep writing herself in compass-less circles recounting sheep until she falls awake and walks her dreams You call her creep, she doesn't see, but turns inside to f...
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    get off and turn him gold, banana peel your clothes and throw them in the trash, till you’re naked and he’s staring at the rash that has settled into your skin like a disease, cancer-ed cells backfiring and breaking capillaries, spilling blood beneath surface, your eyes are...
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    You remembered all the things I promised like they were a sure thing and I was a line extending straight and narrow forever in either direction Cupping the compassion I cried from leaky eyes, though it dripped down my cheeks and it might have all been a lie, it flooded the distance between ...
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    You do not feed your soul. Where there used to be the warmth of toast and butter and jam, Booze, frozen yogurt, in your belly, The stain of a cigar on your Lungs there is now, Nothing. A pit of empty cold, clean sterile flesh under pale skin, A haunted face. Words? Those things t...
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    Dad’s hand is hot around mine, resting in the console between our seats. He has the stereo on. The Pixies. To cover up the silence between us. Maddie chatters happily in the backseat and I dwell on the moment before the heartbreak. The airport looms in front of us like the dark, evil tower f...
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    You lose your faith in the world all the time. In fact, you woke up this morning and you could barely get out of bed, the weight of the whole world was so heavy. You are so tired, you are so scared, you just want to sleep or die. But then your mom strolls in and places a cup of tea on the desk nex...
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    You are lying on your bed, the radio cranked to full volume. It is rock and roll - The Rolling Stones, Zeppelin, Ramones. You feel full; satiated yet hungry, this feeling that only music can give you. A swelling throb in your chest, like the longing for a lost love, grows, pushing against your ribs....
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    i guess it was fun. zoos are, generally. you stick your hands through bars or over plexy glass walls fingers stretching toward furry critters that go sniff sniff and make noise noise still. it's hard to tell. baby faces are, generally, hard to read ...
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    my aunt bought a shirt with jesus on it today and the little christan girl chants: "may the lord be with you" "christ be loved" "bless you sweet" "bible bliss take this butterscotch" and she has those glazed apple eyes and her mouth is full of spun sugar and i am...
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    he wears brown boots on his feet and a bull's eye over his heart crickets chirp out a love worn melody to accompany his walking rhythm he's got no horse no luggage but the sack slung over his bending breaking back he squints his eyes at the red sun and the flat plain and...
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    I've decided that today i will no longer wait to die my little deaths and each time i see mom's hands I won't compare them to my own I will not copy homework. I will not bite my nails. I will not stare at the little circle of moles on my left shoulder. I will not chew mints. I w...
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    she feels like doing something Silly so "how bout we tie our toes together with sparkly twine and try to lick our Elbows?" they knock their heads together trying to get to the ends of the arms, hanging feet and painted toes off the Duvet covers she says "marnie, grab...
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    Funny little people Sip cocoa Out of lime colored mugs. They spread out their picnic Blankets by the subway turnstiles, and granny brings the Garbage salad made Fresh last month. Everyone tastes and slurps and Tells a story Without a punch line but it is Okay. Bit...
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    ie. I forgot to call my dad tonight I forgot to set the alarm I forgot to get in touch with my inner math wiz. But f***, that last one's pointless anyway. But most nights you forget to call me too pops And the alarms sorta sets itself or else i'm late and i am Alright with ...
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    The breath whooshing ashy from the mouth of the weary mother as wrinkles unfold along puckered lips closing around a cigarette. Her face sagging in all the once tight places and the eyes staring blankly through a television set. Her mind lies decades away in histories displaying people places thing...

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