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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    A man with broken shingles around a shattered window's pane; he waits in angst for a rock to be thrown at him unknowingly. And, as it does his view is torn from him as the darkness he yet discovered greets him so unkindly as to steal all air from his lungs sending his voice to falter...
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    There once was a woman who scattered her wooden floorboards with jagged pieces of a puzzle. And as she collected the pieces one by one, figuring the image before her, she realized the image before her was the outline of her silhouette against a moonlit canvas. In the pieces were her lim...
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    I'll tell you of the children with orange hands; of lovers lost in a car crash. I've been diagnosed with "creative writer's depression" through the black ink trickling in my veins. You can open my chest, take away my heart full of fossilized memories and store my love ...
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    The late bloomer, am I Whose mind blossoms so; an uncontrollable zeal to which my imagination hoards to its pleasure, sealed tight within mason jars whilst the thoughts inside trip over the every bump of my tongue; stories biting my upper lip. I have become homeless in my starvation of w...
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    And yes, sooner or later, I’ll have to come to terms with my undying sadness and how it wraps itself around my lungs, polluting my veins so they swell and protrude from beneath my paper skin. I’ll come to terms with my thoughts, how they jumble and squirm like a soul placed under a white lig...
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    I use to drape scarves around my shoulders, and build houses out of cobwebs and fortresses of blankets beneath dining room tables. I would weasel through old book stores, sniffing my way through worlds in a times new roman 10-font barricade. I’d leave the four-walled house on Mystic to a...
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    It is February and we are sitting on the lawn, our limbs pale as the moon beneath tree trunks curtsying above us. These are the hollowed days, you tell me. The secrets my sleeping body kept hidden from me are lost about in my flesh, in the iron of my blood, and now they've drawn the boys with...
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    This girl is fenced in the Times New Roman 10 font barricade of words dripping honey; the wilting rose's thorns to prick her porcelain figure and stable her breathing. For one sigh too heavy and the threads keeping her together could bust. This girl is numb, hollowed by the wooden spo...
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    Slowly is she drugged By the taunting clock that beckons her future ; Words scrambling within her jig sawed mind. She hears a woman somewhere near, A voice ringing in her eardrums Until everything is gone. She follows the voices That ask her how she came, Blindly reaching for the wal...
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    I’ve emptied the words that jeer inside my veins, Jostling each other until they’ve scrambled my insides and send my ribs rattling. I’ve used the thorns on wilted rose’s stems To prick at my skin, Solid droplets thudding on porcelain skin With the bitter aftertaste Of metallic chains ...
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    Rain etched the windowpane once more this week We drove by a pond where a lowly soul drove through the fence And I thought of ending my life then and there You were the first thought that teetered into my mind And jostled with my words I grew bitter and raw At the thought of dying without my u...
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    Heavy are the lashes which hold dreams On a dreary afternoon Where wind knocks at the doors And sends the shingles running for the hills I do not want to lick the dew less grass Where dawn’s rose colored cheeks blush upon Nor do I want to drink the water from the soil I wish for roses to bl...
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    When the sadness comes It's as though winter has set to rattle my bones....
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    …as my feet numbly lead themselves forward, I tell myself to let it go; I release the aching my hollow limns have withheld and forget the sadness swelling in my marrow. I imagine my worries crumpled like tossed paper in a windstorm, caught in a gutter full of rain. I run from myself and...
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    A young girl who watches as deaths stagger tearing the threads from an already broken heart who understands what her classmates cannot fathom. A young girl who watches her reflection plaster a smile upon her delicate face carved from heartache and loss. A young girl plucked...
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    August 5th, 1990 Turns out, the world has teeth; and it can bite you whenever it feels necessary. It had been a hot day in July, the sun beating down on us as we squinted so our eyes created two half-moons. It was me and you back then, swinging our legs off wooden docks in lakes where Papa and Nan...
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    You are the novel I write from midnight to dawn during snowstorms. Where fears are left of their mason jars, and I am free for my words to form themselves As they drip from the tips of my fingers; Forming a story I have seldom to speak of Beneath blank pages of a book dedicated to my vagabo...
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    She was a wild child, Flowers blooming within her irises, Their vines to thread between the ivory rib cage to her vagabond heart. She was captivated by the stars scattered above her. Opinionated as the moon, Soft as the sky, She ran to the meadow she had known as a child, Where she d...
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    Perhaps I chose poetry Because of how I see Everything In such painstaking detail; Because of how my Restless mind Springs, unfurling its tinkering thoughts At the slightest kiss of Warmth still lingering On a fragment of a breeze, Wandering between tomorrow, now, and then. Crossing a bre...
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    We read the milkey way with our bare thoughts, our frail spines lying against the dew of the grass beneath us Weaving a conversation strung like the stars scattered in the ivory blanket above us, While they whispered to the moon Speaking of comet children, With stardust to fall with every c...
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    A novel is written within the depths of your irises; A smile that plays upon a happy boy, One with black hair and creme-colored skin. His eyes beg to tell the hidden sadness. Once his heart cracked open, He patched himself together before any one of us could quite comprehend. His trac...
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    Her dreams take her to a hidden yearning; one where the clacks of a typewriter lull her to slumber. Her heart, she cracks before sleeping, leaving fossilized memories to wander away from her vagabond love. The memories bring forth a dark fog which wraps itself lost lovers and fragments of her br...
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    Shards of you seem to always be getting stuck Beneath the film of my chest’s memories. I am dizzy with expectations, Thoughts teetering on the edge of my tongue Like imbalanced ballerinas. Permanent stars are etched along the ivory bars of my ribcage With stardust to powder a vagabond he...
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    Pages eroded to ash in the worn palms of the young girl’s hands, A cackling fire to taunt the poor child, As she wore a crown of thorns upon her delicate head. The books’ words imprinted themselves onto her dry hands, Burning their sorrows in her fingertips. “Winter is brewing inside of...
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    We ran into the sea, not allowing tides to crash upon us nor currents to tangle themselves within our legs. The night's ivory blanket bled shooting stars as we reached into the sky to collect morsels of the Milky Way. Our hearts cracked open, as the last of the light licked our pale fac...

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