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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I have been wrapped in ragged quilts kissed on the forehead and stumbled up moaning stairs. I have built a fort in the snow and spent the night under a pin-pricked sky. I have spent life barefoot, grown up on a bicycle, and run home to a strong whistle. I have always had a shadow to chas...
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    I can see it, the tears glistening in her eyes dripping onto the mail in her lap red bills no home to go back to. Hear the beating of his woozy heart fingering that ten paycheck ring. Her fear oozing from the bruises, escaping from the cheap makeup and her draping sleeves I could sob...
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    The warmth of tender feelings coursing through her soft hand the flash of a natural smile, a quick squeeze the laughter of children and the smell of warm banana mom's sizzling hot pan her swollen belly dad in the doorway, glowing in his bright blue flannel his leathery touch on m...
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    Sweat oozes from me under the judgmental glares of a full house and the hot to the touch stage lights. I cook from the inside out, 95 and rising, I’m in a suit. As I scuttle into darkness relief washes over me in a wave of cool air. I snake the mic up through my clothes gently I peel off the...
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    The ugly green house on maple street’s corner, with the rotting skin and patched up wounds. Whose windows haven’t been scrubbed that has a boarded up attic and leaning back steps held down by cinder blocks. The house you can only get into by hoisting yourself over a splintering gate into a...
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    The teacher assigns a page of writing, to breath the words so that it shall be the truth to bleed ink onto a page and write down the story of our soul. Thoughts awake like angry wasps. My mind becomes a mess, much like my disaster of a life. I can’t focus shoving my way through a sea of...
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    The world was painful the corners of that dingy old house always stepping on a carpet of rancid glass. Sickness was never temporary, it had moved in. The furniture, slanted with the grimy floorboards. The bite of the air was harsh my clothes always damp. He'd lure me in, so convincing, ...

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