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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    not passing, not fleeting but concrete, indiscreet, screaming both caught when falling, felled preventative medicine, doctor im an awkward talker, healed tongue and new poet not fickle, not shaky, not afraid to blink because pools of reassurance, concerns burned internal fixing, external b...
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    like white caps on sideways mountains breathe all that is me  i glow in the radiation like a cyber bride adorned in white break my neck to love you feed you with re-boots it is a constant battle under my  eyes, a trapped thought between snakes of gooey brain majority rules and they are ...
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    give this old man a childhood we say there is no beauty in deteriorating flesh no character in scars nothing fascinating about ghostly eyes that watched everything dissipate he does not want to die say it now, say it does not end break what is left of his failing body when you l...
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    a man steps his shoe clicks and echoes are dropped into the abyss of human music we are not alone, so why do we act like we are?...
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    the delicate little bodies thrash velvet wings in a violent parade they throw themselves at the glass cage of fire that is my porch light ( a jealous understudy of the sun;  she is a liar) the dance wont end until morning which it is not and i  will wait finally an angry cry rips...
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    Are humans inherently good or inherently evil? What makes us who we are; nature or nurture? Do we have a say in the matter at all? These are only some of the intriguing questions that John Steinbeck explores in his American classic, East of Eden. In a sort of tribute to the events that occurred i...
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    these monsters trace the edges of skulls, unholy fingers slide over the craters and in between fresh dents; permanent scars that speak the promise of faults and document a fall from more than just higher ground, the nebulas became bitter with their passing. one wrong slip of underlings an...
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    little girl   let the sugar of falseness of untruth of silicone   consume  your bitter tongue in waves of sickeningly sweet swallows   now take another sip   drown....
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    bend ’round the corner in mindless frenzy and quicken your wispy legs when god comes around, pull faster for master, for king and for heartless queen, now cross yours she says and hope not to lie, now scurry, keep in line and move antenna wires, let me ask you can you ...
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    majestic hands with the strength to clap thunder pull sun over horizon, it rips through the stratosphere and bruises the sky   down below avaricious humans struck with a hunger for power; its intoxication sitting pretty in  the marrow of old bones. they scratch their names ...
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    Behind this ribcage I enslave lungs  to do my breathing for me We are tangles of flesh concealing funny bones that bruise both ways, A pile of elastic skin pulled over cracked teeth Touch my eyes Let us split a half-glance latte Wait only a moment before we transform and w...
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    When mom and dad come up and ask to talk to your sister downstairs, keep on watching T.V. And however selfish it may seem, you are only ten years old and you deserve a couple more moments of ignorance. For all you know, she is in trouble. Enjoy these moments. They are simple and things will not st...
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    he said, i'm going to cripple your weapon, empty the magazine of your gun   he  poured out  all of the lead from my pencil. no, he does not lie. i tried to salvage my courage  (my elements of speech); ended up smudging the floor with my discontented graphite, left pil...
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    your half box of polaroid film somehow found its way between my irate fingers, I crosshatched the negatives with scissors under the kitchen table, those moments that we so carefully stitched into the fabric of time should never have existed  in the first place. I ran out of my...
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    father placed the sun valley eggs atop the glass of the dining room table, gently, so that the yolks stayed inside their shells. sister stayed quiet the way that she likes to, brought her elbows to her knees and let her eyes gloss over. brother whistled the cats to bed again...
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    there are angry fragments of words and damaged pieces of your  recoiled speeches littering my living room. i am now, twisted at odd angles, pigeon toed and crooked from trying not to trip over these sentences  on the floor. they burned my hands when i tried to pick them u...
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    Human faces glow with dull blue light Contorted into strange shapes Passing over the oddly familiar defeat Buried behind eyes that look like your mothers and the shadows play games on the sea of broken noses and bent lips and bruised egos In the comfort of themselves They secretly admire t...
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    The Reader, forever rising with your lifting pages and strong, loving fingers reached her hands forward into your beauty, and lowered her skull in deep respect with unmatched wonder, her presence still broken and unclear from the perilous journey. The disquieted mind of the dazed admirer ...
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    Day 1: Day one smells like ambition and it is wonderful to see the frantic men with colored faces pacing around the room wearing white jackets that make them important Day one tastes like something sweet and it is comforting to watch the jaded women taking notes on my body because ...
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    I know that you are A strict minimalist But I am asking you To please keep me...
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    Tulips. My mother loves them. No, I stated that wrong. My mother is obsessed with them. One hundred and nine species of tulips and there isn't one that she hasn't planted. I'm dead serious. She spends most of her time out in our garden. Well, her garden I should say. Planting and tend...
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    (I run.) With my eyes closed my hands in fists blade clenched in my angry fingers My skin clings to me tighter this time around and I don't know where I'm going What if we didn't chose to be this way? We weren't there dancing in circles and falling in love with clumsy half-sunk...
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    We wear Sharp tongues and Plastic hearts and Skinny jeans Spend our days Walking down crooked sidewalks Broken and Bent sideways Kissing razor blades Just to make sure We'll bleed Seeing the world through these Sewn on button eyes Secretly angry Crumbling Lost Becau...
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    the day i conquered the night i won a prize a bag of stars i now keep in the corner of my room to illuminate all that i ever feared it is here that i drift away and meet bands of marching children and i ask myself why they should walk when its so possible to fly and so i give them ...
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    i am still waiting for your letter of apology for not taking me away from this place sooner before they tattooed me with their artwork seeped into my skin i cannot remember whether it was a dream or not when i saw you fly by my window with another fairy-dust-sprinkled child but it d...

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