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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I wish that for just one day we could all shed out skins and be nothing but spirits floating about the earth, skimming above the ground in free flight. And when we bumped into one another, we would become incapable of seeing anything of them, but rather could only acutely feel their ...
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    They've created shells for us to hide beneath, masking our insecurities under coral lips and charcoal lashes (longer, we want them longer) our eyelids coated underneath heavy colors that make me wonder if sometimes skin sags underneath the weight (of who we are not) and if who w...
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    When the river speaks I am inclined to listen, for it is not often she has something to say, but she did that day, out of pity, maybe, came her warning, but I already knew. That all memories are pieces thrown into a basket, and now and then we pluck them out for our tender hearts...
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    With cold, wet lips the rain croons me lullabies in notes that are a collision with the glass window. Kissing my cheek when the car door opens, flying at me with foggy breath. Their whispers remain in my damp hair after I've found shelter, apologizing for hiding the stars, sor...
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    I heard a song that flew up to the rafters of heaven bedding itself down in the clouds, encircling the world with the warmth of melody, embracing man in the gentleness of tune. Oh! the quiet carol could barely be heard over the clamor below the ricochet of bullets on an elementary sch...
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    Please stop trying to attach your definitions onto my soul, imprinting and branding as if you've some kind of right to drain it of all it's color. My soul has been bruised, quickened, it has blossomed into flower gardens far too varied for your measurements. The framework c...
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    Louis Armstrong was right when the words floated off his lips "What a wonderful world" but they fell on the hearts of cynics. It is a marvelous planet we've got, only mankind holds the guilt of tainting it with sins, and breaking it with the weight of our iniquity. B...
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    I wore crocheted slippers, my petite size six feet resting in the tightly laced fabric in a fit that matched the very length of my toes. In my crocheted slippers I leapt up over the river of fallen stars, careful to mind their collision-cracked whispers. In the clouds I crafted my own ba...
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    Down red cobblestone streets a tune whistles up from the curb a melody meant for the dearly departed of this dusty, heartsick earth. A song spun for tears that splashed noiselessly onto sidewalks, and a tribute for the street pianos that sweep music up to history. It is then that a...
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    “Rotten weeds,” you say and carelessly too, your flippant attitude burning just as much as the arsonous words that left your mouth the dandelions heard your two word speech and I saw them wilt a little for it I wanted to tell them that we can't all be daffodils, but by that poin...
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    Clean, dazzled water unwilling to show the rusty bits of Titanic still lingering in shadow thrown depths. Secrets that are buried by the crushing aqua do not resurface to tell of chilling misfortunes that only starfish speak of....
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    Yes, after the journey out of the forest, they load poor Beauty with glittering stones, satins never suspecting that she felt the wood and sky more than a gold coin- but then one crimson drop forces her lids to shut for one thousand years... Reveries in that space of time came of eart...
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    I can still hear those bangs echo throughout the city, causing the bright lights to ingrain themselves into the eyeballs of the joyous holiday revelers below them. I can hear the hoots and claps ringing out as yet another fiery burst marks the sky, and the yells, hollers, the sizzling of fire as it ...
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    And I remember that Patrick wouldn’t stop flickering, right before the snowflakes fell. And I remember that she smiled wistfully at me, her usually caustic mouth silenced by the gravity of what was about to happen. And I remember Shade’s last words to me, the warning that he always gave right be...

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