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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    ivory soap still lingers in the air a trace of you in a public place, a brief moment of remembering finding you where you had never been a stranger masked with your scent your tissue paper still exists under my fingertips, translucent we read the bible, your hand in mine, a child comforti...
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    you and I had ended up together that I hadn't chosen to erase you your name wasn't a hole in my stomach resentment wasn't in my vocabulary a delightfully wrong summer elongated into more than memories confused with dreams suppose approval was now my concern sleepless nights w...
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    we babbled incessantly preoccupied with mundane tasks that no longer interested us caught in a whirlwind of docile expressions, pacing from cubicle after cubicle how lovely it was to be numb. we woke up suddenly with a deep fear in our stomachs muscles fighting bones we were longin...
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    My flesh learned to die Cradled in his hands. You see, I was once told That in order to grow We must first self-destruct Beyond the point of recognition. I was the phoenix And he was the flame. Blinded by the ashes, I relished the fire....
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    I can remember the first time I fell in love. I was eight. There is something about feeling the weight of a pencil in your hand and a blank sheet of paper in front of you that is mesmerizing. I could stare at that blank sheet of paper for hours and be amused, because in my mind, it wasn't bl...
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    We had laid our picnic blanket out Along the grass, like a treasure map Or perhaps it was a smothering coat of fabric Choking the blades that struggled to sprout We held onto the past, Which was the only thing we really knew The air of sweet nostalgia And strawberry jam spread thickly On wh...
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    This torrential rain Has no cleansing effect tonight It soaks the earth in all its Acidic glory Eating maliciously At the bare shoulders and Legs Of screaming beings below....
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Two tans hands interlocked, resting on the solid ground. Golden stalks of grass, taller than the sky, reaching up and extending into froever, prodding the fairytale sky like millions of needles piercing glass balloons. Two pairs of legs, sun kissed, stretched out on the ground. A pair of Nikes an...
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    Maybe we all want to burn off across the horizon, into space, perhaps, to take off into some unknown territory and meet ourselves out there. Perhaps we’re all stars burning out, peaking at a complete and utter brilliance, and then collapsing in ourselves when faced with total destruction. We all...
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    The cardboard box was soggy and floppy; the bottom threatened to give way and spill its contents onto the sandy gravel driveway. The smell of wet leaves and damp sand mixed with the taste of salt hung thickly in the air, and the severe sound of seagulls echoed in the vast sky. The wooden dock was ...
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    Abrasive white, sharp and sterile, mixed with shards of muted yellow. Voices cry out jubilantly, and then halt, as if daring to hope. Then, finally, the smallest voice of all, the color of gold and turquoise, royal purple and the brightest tangerine: a baby's cry. It was a love affair orig...
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    Velveteen seats. Velveteen Rabbit. Rabbit hole. Digging a hole. Hiding in a hole. Dirt from a hole. Hiding, dirty, in a hole. A dirty boy hiding underneath velveteen seats. That’s what he was, he thought. A dirty boy. A lone pianist on stage. Lone star. The spotlight, a single star, a sing...
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    It began purely as a pizza romance, biting into thick, greasy crust and tasting the sweet, garlic-infused sauce. It was centered on lemon ice waters and red-and-white-checked tablecloths. Canned, fake Italian music was our soundtrack. I would go home at night, smelling of restaurant hand soap and pi...
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    The coffee maker burbled. An apple fritter sat on a napkin next to her left hand, at the ten o’clock position. British pop music played loudly from the neighboring apartment. Taxis honked and shrieked at one another on the New York street, six floors down. Eva stared at the eggs on her plate. ...
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    The soil is warm The air is cold Cutting on skin Bitter on the tongue Sour words Dangling, unsaid things not even Mouthwash can remove Sickly sweet dirt fills my nostrils The swollen scent cultivates Memories in my mind That I do not want to remember. Hands plunging into the earth Solid ...
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    Rib cages protect hollow insides from imploding Uplift your caving figure Lift slumped shoulders Deflect the epitome of defection Private stories spelled out through paper skin and bird-like bones Dirty secrets Boring holes in wormy planks of wood Limp hair in curtains Rib cages can o...
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    He (pushes me to the edge) plays with words in a sing-song joke believes in an unknown God and bleeds glitter I('m in his sweatshirt, curled in a modified fetal position) cry with happiness and shriek with joy that boy's something beautiful, I sing, and you (shedding silver) st...
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    Freckled lemonade sits on your doorstep the summer heat curdles its pink bubbles the sweet taste turns overly acidic your pink-striped bendy straw droops idyllic teeth-baring smiles perhaps look more frightening than endearing and Kodaks blow away only to settle in pitchers of frec...
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    Her head hangs down like a lopsided doll we stand, mollified the tire swing is empty and the dust beats leave us dead nonsense running through our heads like sick bugs in California leaving out the rest for a better movement to stop and actually try out best we all stop to gawk real life ...
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    she’s a rainbow child bruises decorate her like war paint cranberry streaks across the cheeks pillow feathers tucked in her hair drunk on life and delirious stumbling on lines and reciting the alphabet backwards retching up emptiness and smiling blandly she’s a rainbow child bruises d...
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    Your paperwork is losing me, slowly, but surely. My cubicle is now a sense of claustrophobia And each sheet that categorizes something that I believed words could never describe slices my fingertips a little deeper. Bent paperclips scar our eyes and rubber bands attempt to hold two peop...
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    Cinnamon smacks of Big Red gum tongues tingling spicy words in heated air Just this once I don't want fresh mint to cool me down....
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    she was a bare bulb who dreamed to turn herself to a glass chandelier. he was a christmas bulb who yearned to turn himself to a red stop light. if only the sick shadows would stop distracting them from each other....
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    She was not beautiful. She was not pretty by his standards; she was barely even attractive. Her appearance bordered on stunning and bizarre, giving the boy a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. The feeling was foreign and swollen, black and bruised. It was as if she had punched his gut, leav...
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    He reduced her to Laugh at the ugly and fake Wild insanity. She reduced him to Nothing but eating toothpaste And mourning the lost. Both left the other With sour mint tastes in the mouth. Choke it down....

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