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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I forget your face sometimes, And like a jigsaw puzzle made from the gauzy bits of memory I try to put you back together, I remember your lips that pucker when your teeth gnaw on the end of your pen when bored, and then their mute flat line, the expression in your face uttering it’s last beat. ...
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    We ate lunch at the trendy place that sprung up by the public high school, where acne inflicted teenager’s loaf and languish behind sneeze guards, and chrome tiles line the walls so if you look at your reflection you can see yourself being shattered into fragments. I wasn’t hungry, well actually...
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    The first time I had ever seen anything dead was when I was six and it was my pet guinea pig whose tiny simplistic life was snuffed out like a candle between the cool bars of it’s cage, Both eyes were open to the world, yet emitted nothing and acted as a blank slate to my horror, I renounced go...
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    Modern Machines in all of their glaring chrome charisma, Lack the loud audacity of later years, which constantly remind us of their evolutionary importance, You could type the word "clamorous" on a computer keyboard, And with its recherché-domesticated clicks, its effects are "t...
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    For the love of god, Whatever you do, Please do not tell me its over surrounded by beauty, Don’t look at your feet and recite the reasons of how I single handedly set flame to a tissue promise next to wisterias and children pretending to be adults in monogamous relationships in the shining p...
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    There is a party for a dead girl at Maple and Third, Grating, metal gnashing and siren blaring vibrations cause the leaves strewn in the gutters to tremble, The hollows of trees force their lips downwards when over indulgent products of the narcissist generation open up their stomachs to the bla...
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    “Who is that self-assured Adonis?” is the first exchange between the slightly detached friends Marie (played by Monia Chokri) and Francis (Xavier Dolan) when they first witness Nicholas (played by Niels Schneider), a vapid yet philosophical wanderer who becomes Marie and Francis’s object of at...
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    From my windowsill I can hear the crescendos and decrescendo of an argument falling over it self in the pallid night air, I sit a mixture of curiosity and semi-aroused fear, languished with my own limited understanding, The man is screaming about something to do with money mentioning grand words ...
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    As a progressive society slowly ambling toward the horizon of change, I find it to be increasingly alarming that both females and males are battling with restricting gender stereotypes. Despite great leaps in legislation, which have broken social barriers, gender stereotypes are omnipresent in our m...
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    I don’t see love in the form of moving pictures on a screen, The kind of love that is received with dancing near glowing lampposts, and the four-letter word is whispered and constant, like static, Love seems to arrive in fleeting glimpses that occur with the birth of unexpected events and circ...
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    There is such a fine line between living and existing, They say in hushed tones that he is trapped within the confines of his body, paper mache skin stretched taunt, like canvas over brittle bones, His shallow breath stirs the whiskers on his face, He hasn’t shaven, but what is the point of i...
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    Hello, I am nothing, Yet I am everything, We are strangers sitting on opposing seats on a train that smells like soil and corroding metal, We avoid the dreaded communication that occurs when two irises meet, contact in the most intimate form, Your pupils flicker against the monotonous...
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    Hello, I am nothing, Yet I am everything, We are strangers sitting on opposing seats on a train that smells like soil and corroding metal, We avoid the dreaded communication that occurs when two irises meet, contact in the most intimate form, Your pupils flicker against the monotonous print ...
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    I wanted Virginia slims, because it smelled like cotton bathrobes and laundry rooms with yellow drenched photos taped on the wallpaper, I wanted Virginia slims, because maybe in the unfurling smoke I could catch her image, and find another memory that maybe would create some clarity, I didn’t f...
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    At night, the only thing that reminds me that I am not alone, is the whisper of cars drifting down the street, Head lights giving birth to new shadows, creatures crawling against sleeping walls, Until melting back into nothing once more, Darkness, is the stuff dreams are made of, forming sh...
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    I’ve got a typewriter that is missing an ‘e’ key, a crumpled clove cigarette in my back pocket that I will never use, books on how to be alone and books on places that never have existed, I’ve got a mug from Canada filled with day old black coffee, and a mind full of half bak...
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    “Maybe we’ve run our course”, Silence, deadly and lethal, “We are strangers now”, So much silence it sounds like the white noise that flows when the music stops playing, Silence with something extra, meaning filtered through nothingness, Sadness that is tangible yet not ...
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    Sometimes, when I feel a pang inside, a gnawing hunger for company, My mind will resort back into the fog, to you, The memories tell me, it wasn’t completely terrible, I think of humid holes furrowing beneath highways, Calloused fingers, itching near my palm, Laughs, dry and scratch...
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    I color my eyelids brown, which emphasizes my sleep deprivation, In order to make my eyes “pop”, I never understood why fluttering eyelids was a flirting technique, To look like a stray eyelash had gotten stuck on your iris, I notice the large gap of space between us when we are speaking, ...
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    “Sherwin,” He calls. The word has been said many times; His eyes, narrow with scrutiny, detect my lack of productivity, I know the system, I give up the chase, I hand him a scrape of notebook paper tainted with slanted anger-driven words, What could I possibly say? I find the needless ...
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    Our days are dwindling, Eventually the ground sour with distain, will call toward the sun, our savior, Beckoning it toward the earth and extinguish its warmth in the cool emptiness that is the sea, Shadows will crawl and travel the surface of a once virgin world, The symbols of its impurity m...

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