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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Of those three words that you had poured carefully into my ears, each one singing like stars and exploding with the vivacious energy of an icy comet, these things mattered more: We used to sit, brushing fingers and sleeves for the sole purpose of knowing all there is to know about one anoth...
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    It’s impossible for me to promise words when I don’t have any that aren’t painful shameful, afraid and tearing me apart. I can’t promise you words, when I just have this feeling. These birds are coming back, waking up carefully, dead in my bones. Their beaks are fracturing my r...
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    the sky breaks white with no churning darkness and the stars are these meaningless forms of white with no contrast: all their light has caught up to the passing of time. as this sky falls away, i wake to see a flash of your skin, your shoulders, sleeves and fingers brushing mine...
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    This isn’t what you want. You force yourself deeper into this hole of painted bloody carmines and deep, commercial, conventional, bruising purples and the black and whites of what love is. You force yourself into the dead gray and the chilled ivory of emptiness, the blackened blue of...
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    There are times like this when my blood approves of life and I try so irrevocably to find something beautiful even for a minute. Last night the sky folded gritty, burning sandpaper over my eyes and forced them to stay open just to cry. Sometimes you have to feel to discover somethi...
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    my apparently self-effacing altruism is what i can no longer fathom. I wish I’d be able to sleep, so I could wake up with amnesia, maybe then I could have an apparently selfish heart....
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    I want to trace the walls, dear, so I can taste hope again.   Last night you reminded me, of how twisted I have become, how my nerves have been severed to nothing   except for my history burning hot and stubborn in my gut like knives and to...
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    last night when water hugged my skin and enveloped my body, placed fingers over my face, I wanted simplicity in the things it offered. I wanted the darkness and the fluid, graceless cold leaking into my veins. I wanted, for a little while, like crazy, to just have everything ...
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    It is one of those nights when the air needs to be thicker. One of the nights when I turn the water on hot in the shower, and keep turning until my bones are fire and liquid, and all I am is hot red skin. I already tried, so I know that I can't scald myself raw, or rub my skin away. All I ...
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    It has been like a needle, probing crevices between my bones - the kind I never knew existed, divulging emotion and secrets (foreign objects that poison the bloodstream) with opprobrious surgical precision. It has been the haunting doctor, assuring me my heart still exists: it beats i...
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    You are the morning dew that is bone-chillingly cold, soaking my feet like the overused dishrags that haunt restaurants. It is a kind of water I can get used to, unlike the numbing cold of your touch in my dreams. It plasters fallen petals onto my toes as they are dragged tirelessly through...
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    Classroom walls would breathe the musky scent of dusty pages at my face, absorbed through my skin as knowledge. Hospital tiles would whisper to me, of the ghosts that make them an ivory-blue cold, absorbed through my skin as goosebumps. The bookshelf in my room would write it...
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    It would have to tell you that I’m enchanted, that I was one the one that painted the stars into the ink-black sky, and tore out the moon so that it bled, a chalky red hole in the heavens. It would have to tell you that inside the cavity of my chest where my heart used to beat is this woun...
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    I rub my body raw with this slippery bar of his soap tainted masculine. My skin turns carmine from the scalding water exploding from above; all I feel is heat while I contemplate this sharp smell that burns my nose, and brings tears to my eyes. I will love it later, when the s...
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    As you kiss the rim of your coffee mug your eyes float to my wrists and my heart is again pulsing with the thick liquid of what you call compassion. It brands us differently; it's ­something you want to do more of, and something I can't find myself bearing. You say nothing. Instead your eyes ...
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    tonight the streetlamps are bleeding shadows beneath the notches of my elbows they flash, like dulled strobe lights and I’m suddenly struggling to garner a coherent picture: my muscles protesting against skin I am blown up a balloon no, I am ribs and collarbones skin and hollow ...
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    i am a scar transparent yet prominent and alarming, a story, an effect of pain so numb it demands to be felt. i am a scar, you’ll look at me one day and truly see how this haggard hyperbolic surreal reality has crushed my identity, and formed me i am hot clay causing b...
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    there is nothing in this room but the pulse of the candle flame and your heart trying to escape out of the cage I forced it into wrapping a fist around mine squeezing a pain wrought from angry love is one too numb to be felt. I could never deserve you....
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    In my dreams I travel to the church asleep, it has so much more hollow air in the room than when I’m awake through the stained glass I watch lightning and rain blend and twist with the colors of the saints, and I think about how beautiful it is, how much depth that has. I look dee...
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    His soul is visible, like glass or mirrors etched into the creases of his face He smells like winter and the casual brush of a hand - his eyes, however concrete grey behind black frames of glass hold a warmness just as with cold hands he demonstrates a warm heart He has lost his name, ...
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    for Aaron “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, a...
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    my body hurts. i thought for a while about how it hurt not like when i am tired; there is sand in my eyes. not like when i bleed; that is too sharp. not like heartache: a cliched pain in my ribcage, or poison and glass in my throat. it is the physical, deep, erratic pain of one with ...
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    my new love, this is what it is: to hear a velvet voice against guitar strings plucked in a cafe-bookstore downtown with the window a watery painted night the streetlamps shimmering against the puddles and into this room i sit stifling a laugh against my propped up knees, and y...
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    you twist my heart as you kiss me. from my lips you take, these poisoned words sitting on my tongue. You force them out, and like a light they explode in the room, but they burns a hole through the floor, and leave a sour taste on my lips. You say it’s the taste of your love; it...
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    Now he's gone and I'm haunted against these white walls against these dark spaces trapped in this skin of mine he used to paint purple, and then again with the sheet rock and his knuckles: those were black he spoke with bruises and a voice that I never could get over he sang...

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