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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    My cupid's bow is crooked; sometimes the words I launch find their way to someone who wasn't the intended target...
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    I'm sorry mother but I'll be late for dinner Netherland's calling...
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    I drag my jangling limbs to the reflective pond that hangs over my sink and say “hi” to the me who only exists without molds and ghoulish standards when the fluorescent lighting hums along to the quiet of the night...
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    I’m only able to face you when the house rhythmically creaks with every sleepy breath Impulse throws me to the floor, keeping my warmth in a head under the comforter I evolve in moments, crawling down the brittle hall, walking into your lair Icy tile anchors me, its hand holding min...
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    The DOA cause no trouble Doctors with addictions and nurses with work ethic appreciate their quiet manner It is those who linger that are irksome with their disregard for others as they clutch bedrails and shriek for no one Someone has to empty those beds, and that someone will drift d...
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    She slips through the film of his dream, aware she’s late to the show The zinc-coated audience offers her a seat Her footsteps sharply whisper “hush” as she walks to the stage Actors cry tears of cellophane; the writer lets them She yanks the script from his ink-soaked hands H...
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    The box seems too small Still, she smiles at its leaning frame and trails a finger down the side covered in residue of its past life Movement in her fingers, which had been rigid like she’d caught frostbite again, slows; grabbing objects becomes a caress, and her digits flow, as if d...
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    The newspaper said it was an accident; she, of course, could not comment...
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    I stared at you for weeks, trying to place that glossy, peculiar look your eyes brim with The knowledge of chemistry offered to me on a spoon was not nearly as appetizing as watching you learn It was not obvious; you don’t wear your emotions like you wear striped scarves and fingerl...
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    Smoke unfurls, closing its heavy fingers around his concrete-drenched soul The heat of his essence has been smoldering for as long as his questions have gone unanswered Flames lace his veins, urgently whispering “you are alive” to reassure him in the dark A fraction of himself like...
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    My mother told me not to look at the stars. We lived in a town that no one will ever use as a synonym for a well-known landmark. It was a setting that had a low population. Houses were spread out, creating the illusion that the small town which we dwelled in stretched farther than we could compr...
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    I want to write. It’s not a sharp strike of lightening to my mind that makes my fingers twitch with desire to fly across the keyboard. I think of it as something that’s always in my veins. That said, there are moments when the feeling surges, and I start smiling. Thoughts begin spilling over, ...
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    When I was four years old, I looked at my father with innocent eyes and asked him what death was. My father- a man who brims with intelligence and has had the same glasses frames for twenty years- did not sit me down at the dinner table while he pondered this. I instead stood at his feet, peering ...
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    As a young girl with short hair that could not be elegantly curled or pinned up in any fashion, I was not called a beautiful child. Instead, I was called adventurous. This adjective was very fitting as I enjoyed climbing trees, exploring creeks, and playing games with the neighbor boys that result...
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    The swamp was not a home to sympathy. Teeming with darkness, the water stained the mud surrounding it with cloudy shadows. Occasionally, a lily pad would glide across the surface of the water, the flower’s perfume battling the smell of rot that hung in the air like heavy sighs. The village n...
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    I walked into the lake again Last time it was Autumn, and the wind had howled “Go back! You fool, you nave, do not follow your reflection down!”   (But Spring has a delightful wind that had giggled in my ear and tugged on my hand with youthful enthusiasm)   My arrival in t...
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    I stood throughout the seasons, waiting to be changed   Flowers bloomed at my feet, their petals brushing against my calves, but I grew no roots   The sun reached down and pet my hair with calloused hands that did not set me ablaze   I watched the wind dance to no particul...
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    We watched our childhood grow on a clothesline   I saw myself dance whenever the wind blew My heart and shirts grew cold when the winter came   The summers filled us with soft sunlight   Our shadoew grew longer 'til the nights came 'round   And now there are no more cloth...
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    He did not know that by shooting down the street his childhood landmarks would become relics   The boy kept going thinking that he could turn around and no time would have passed (there were still plenty of grains of sand)   He became a man in an unspoken whisper; later he foun...
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    With my bright eyes and flawed thinking; with my cool temper and full-slate memory; with my desire to grow and acceptance of shrinking; with my lack of words and overflowing thoughts; with my fear of falling and willingness to love, I am...
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    Weaponizing my pen, I attack the page   Jagged, runny words spew out in red ink   I write to be heard, not listened to   Words are half-meant; I shoot at your feet   Please forgive me I write before I think...
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    Anxiety’s spirit has made a home deep in the crevasses I cannot reach down   I’m never truly rid of it I may pretend to be the noble victor, but anxiety doesn’t die;   It travels as ripples, returns in crashing waves and resonates in the silence...
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    I can feel the panic waking up again   It unfurls like smoke and fills my chest   Ever-expanding, it weaves through my ribs   I am laced with fear, gripped by its tug   And it is getting better at clinging to my bones...
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    The ink in my pen clings to her cartridge, refusing to come out and play   I try to coax her down with promises of ideas to paint and characters to construct but she does not budge   Ink is cursed She knows that once her feet glide across the page she cannot turn back   May...
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    Drench the tablecloth in red to hide your leftover kisses   Guests are coming ‘round at eight, and we’d hate for them to see your delicious habits ...

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