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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Dear you, Just because you are musical Does not mean that you need a xylophone Made of rib-cage   And just because you are scientific Does not mean that you must conduct And experiement into glucose and respiration   And just because you are mathematical Does not mean that in...
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    Just as the world was once flat And less infinite than its truth Your decisions were once measured As though to the millimetre But when they told you that you had no choice But admission You tried to draw without the guidance of a rule And your emaciated hands Could not hold the li...
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    You didn't believe that just to burn yourself out To the hymns of martyred Clavicals was enough You requested something more Of your patella and your humerus Because even when you boiled down your fat Like it was for cooking pancakes in You could not bring yourself To fill your sto...
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    My thoughts are cancerous Mutations of lies And ideas that refuse to stop dupilacting Duplicating And no amount of chemicals Can ever poison away the words That bloom like tumours Somewhere between the front  And the back of my skull Somewhere between yesterday And tomorrow ...
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    They always told us that the word 'nice' Was prohibited And that no one held the key for its cell door But you were always so goddarn 'nice' That I couldn't help but let myself go Bloody-handed with the evidence of it Creeping from my lips. You were...
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    If I'd ever been anything more Than the two-thirds thing I am Then I'd have traced the spooled spaghetti Abandonned on ceramic Back to its source And I would have questioned the little habits That you twitched yourself into Ingraining into your hard-drive The cat-and-mouse Kiss-c...
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    I got lost in the clutter of your mind And the geography between us changed So that lives were disected by chasms And you sort of forgot how to cross them And so did I Because our relationship was like An un-ruled bedroom With books and garments stringing across it That seemed to s...
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    I cried when I started secondary school because I was a salmon who refused to swim Into the jaws of the bear that waited And I gambled my friends in And exchanged them for a few more months of childhood And I thought that maybe I was hard-done-by And maybe I paid for my naivety Becau...
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    We had a game once that was never fun That we called the backwards race And you and I  competed To see who could crumple Their snacks into milliseconds And erode away the purpose of eating By seeing who could come last I'll never quite know why it started But we stopped as suddenl...
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    Somewhere along the line Our reflections got broken Piece by piece Into slices That floated on the water like sunshine And we paddled deep, deeper As though we'd find something more than minnows To nibble our toes And you were screaming Like the absent tide could drag Your tong...
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    You seemed to grow old suddenly While I was still mid-game or Mid-sentence, even And then you were not so much you As some stranger I happened to share the house with And I think that's when we stopped Pretending we were close Because you were practically fossilised In your new s...
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    Sometimes I think that our childhood is a parachute Hung out to dry And all the memories are drip Drip Dripping Out of me Like a hand is squeezing close around my chest Feeling the heartbeat And then wringing my ribs Dry Of all but a picture frame Which contains And empty p...
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    Anorexia They said And smiled an ohsoclammyandinfinitelycondescending Smile And we shook our stunned heads To rid our minds of shell-shock   I wasn't really there I'm imagining it Because I was told by our cracked-plate Mum When I came home from school And ate a piece of lem...
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    When the sun stirred a thick yellow muslin Of sky And when the clouds strung like candyfloss beards From the naked stars We folded our legs on the carpet And chased back the dulling of our minds With Lego bricks That clambered North Into multi-hued sky scrapers Which just about ...
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    One day you took my shoulders Between your hands And peeled back the years between us Like orange rind You geld on tight to the fringes of my collar bone And set free a tooth That had been chewing my gum For weeks So I could eat a tuna sandwich   One evening I ruled a sunset g...
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    You used to scuff stones with the toes Of your school shoes When we walked home and You liked to see how far you could Kick your stone down A one-way street And when they told you to Stop it you couldn’t understand it as You were trying to establish The parabolic projectil...
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    Our parents walked us over Six-hundred-and-thirty miles Of rockpools and beach huts From Minehead to Poole And I'm endlessly nostalgic For all those negligable coves That we hadn't the time to explore And I don't know if you feel it too But when I think of Cornwall My lungs seem ...
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    There is not much wrong with being your sister Aside from the fact That I am your sister Thus: Am I clever? Am I musical? Am I polished? Am I mature? Am I mathematical? Am I God's gift to physics? Am I growing? Am I working? Am I cooking? Am I polite? Am I the foundatio...
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    We were an orchestra conducted by you And I let the patterns of my bow Weave wherever you sent them You guided the strings And set my trailing and my trembling To a score of your own creation Through which I followed you To the thickness at of the timbre At its edges And you cri...
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    You hated courgettes So we re-christened them Raw Jets Because it simplified them Vegetables became word-play games Your nose would crumple on sight And your eyes would slant bitter at the corners Until your whole face appeared to have been Knotted up in someone's fist. Once Mum ...
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    We sat up late Counting the night out into studs And splinters I said I could count to 300 Because it was the biggest number I could think of You never beleived me Because, at six, you knew that My three-year-old body was not old enough to hold All those digits You made shadow ...
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    Sometimes In memories of my brother I swim a little too deep And my feet graze the bottom While my fingers still reach to catch Hold of his kicking feet I let reminders plaster me and My lungs Until I drown in all the things We used to do.   I slip...
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    You will wake up early. Not early like cotton-throated and scratchy-eyed mornings. It will be early like the colour of sycamour and silver birch creepign round the curtains. It will be early like flimsy shadows and dust on the windows and birds chewing away the night with raucous wings. You will k...
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    They were broken children Their scissored minds ran them In spirals Until they sat with crossed legs And crossed lips Trying to press themselves flatter Under the paperweight of depression They were cut-strings marionettes Who danced In an attempt to wring calories From thei...
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    I grew up in what was later labeled for me as une famille anglaise typique. My brother, parents, and I were a close-knit unit, and we Loved each other with the Love typically attributed to our nuclear state. I’ve always found it funny and convenient that “nuclear” is a word used...

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