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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Here I stare into the same face of the same stream that I drag my toes across every now and then. I extend my foot, dip it slowly in, fish for a direction. I feel a difference in the water; a depth, that never before existed and a strength in current, More so than ever before. This st...
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    Twirling in delight when uncoiled from my spool, by your gentle fingers, I am a ribbon. Your hands are doves. And I come to adore them when they shape me, carefully, into a bow. But when the doves become hawks, and the bow falls, lopsided, I long not to cling so tightly to the spool ...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    On the road of life, My car idles. I wait, and pray for a green light....
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    I tell them I hate you. But all feelings of “hate” stem from love, don’t they?...
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    Your tears fall like pearls to the mahogany floor. I try to quell them, to catch and gather the pearls, but they fall faster to the floor, too swift for my usually nimble fingers to grasp. I long only to string them and make a necklace for you that can be worn to remind you of your strength....
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    Smash the typewriter over your head: the advice I'd give you in pre-computer times, which neither of us were alive for anyway. But now, I watch you scowling at your computer, pounding the keys, hell-bent on spinning the thread of an idea into a fine web of words. I want to laugh as you fin...
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    Love is little more than an outstretched hand and hope that it will be grasped...
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    Though it was not a frequent habit of mine I rifled through my pockets, And found several pennies. I released them into the water Of a fountain, with a significance greater Than their monetary value. Your pockets Were already filled with change that danced And shook when you walked So you f...
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    Firsts are overrated And lasts fettered with finality Thirds are clichés But the seconds; chances, helpings, times. Those are the opportunities. Are the appreciation and unknown epiphanies To be recognized soon. But not just yet....
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    The ceiling knows the color of my eyes It knows my searching stare It climbed the staircase of my dreams, When I once led it there. The ceiling peers Through the panes of my eyes The pale face pressed against cool glass, Commenting on the paradox Inside. Studying it while it lasts. The cei...
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    Wanderlust is opportunity. It is the yearning to simply go; to leave without an anticipated return date, or determined destination. By formal definition, wanderlust is the “intense desire to travel about.” It is an overwhelming need to escape, traverse, and rove. The ten letters of the word ...
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    Epiphany comes all too clear when I wake upon the couch. My cramped, crushed, disjointed limbs all twisted on that tired couch. Perhaps a small part of me hoped to Or even believed that I might witness morning from my bed; to be carried up, tucked in, seven years old again. But morning deliver...
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    To wonder what you are doing is the essence of my interests You could be lounging carelessly On your overstuffed sofa eating from the bag of Lay’s potato chips That you bought with your wrinkled five dollar bill the other day When I stood next to you in line to buy them You could be watchin...
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    Here is like no other place the sky is made of denim and it's a suede dirt that you take your steps upon Fields of calico under a sun of ribbons An evening sky with button stars Silken butterflies floating on the soft breeze And no matter where you go, velvet roads lead you home...
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    The word "miss" is hardly a noun for to miss something is an action that repeats endlessly it is not a cold unfeeling thought it is not tangible no it is the action of noticing absence it is then a verb that never dies for there is always someone or something to miss...
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    Chin up darling, they said You've got the world on a string so don't let it dangle idly Chin up sweetheart, You must open your eyes and stop dragging your feet slong the pavement Tie your shoes, iron your shirt, and begin your routine Chin up honey, they said Because while you sit on...
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    They hand me a ruler and tell me to stop messing around they give me a pen and wait impatiently for me to draw the lines they expect to see but I cannot create those boundaries with ink that stains so permanently for I would always long to know what existed on the other side of those lines...

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