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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    what do I think? I think they're all just tin can justifications that you made up so you could sit beside me and stare adoringly into my eyes and not feel guilty about it. or wonder about it. or freak-out because I didn't fit into your category of this perfectly screwed up wor...
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    168 days. 4,032 hours. 241,920 minutes. 14,515,200 seconds. 14,515,200 seconds since you rolled into town, in your suave black sedan and your tinted shades, and I laughed myself silly at your oh-so-fine moves — a black-haired man in a suit, distinguishly pressed, chasing around your escaped ca...
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    Well, I guess I got my boombox I guess I got my love I guess I not ought to wonder what else is in a hug; I guess I got my secrets I guess I got my puns I guess I got my darling babe I guess I got “the one;” his fingers trace my lips that move and curl my scarlet hair and even as he w...
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    To those afflicted by "Obliviousness," Your inability to recognize basic human emotion may be considered "adorable" and "endearing" by some. However, Obliviousness is a very real and serious illness. Studies have shown that this disease can be treated with this novel...
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    You said, “I want you to come with me, down a path and to a fork in the road. Think about this very seriously because it’s important.” I thought. And I said, “Yes.” We reached the cross roads. You closed your eyes, put your fingers in your ears and jumped up and down yelling, "I...
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    one day you'll write a poem for me and you won't really mean to you'll just be scribbling absent-mindedly on a piece a paper and suddenly you'll look down and see it's for me but you won't send it to me. one day you'll write a poem for me because you'...
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    why am I waiting for Superman? Well, I promised Superman I wouldn't wait for him. I said Lois Lane was stupid. I said Clare and Henry were pitiful. I said girls who waited deserved the disappointment they got. why am I waiting for Superman? Well, Superman never asked me to wait for...
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    I see we still have much to learn; -for it is one thing to see, to know, to understand flashes of human emotion. this thing called empathy, a precious moment when for one moment we are connected in a single flash of shared emotion of understanding. darling, I am glad you are venturing out o...
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    for nothing can I claim right to your troubled mind: for no claim of blood have I, for no claim of heart have I, for no claim of promise have I; yet my troubled mind claims such logical fallacies that I have not the power, nor the right, to answer for those who have a claim keep my inquiries s...
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    /door open./ /step through, one two, one two, one two, one./ /sit. chair swivels./ /bag open, papers out, pencils out, computer out, open./ /Check-up: -Tachycardia -Adrenaline secreting -Muscles tensing -/taptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptapping foot./ Fight or Flight (must be involuntary...
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    your susceptibility to be the focus of adolescent love-notes, and the catalyst of dopamine secretions, really isn’t that remarkable when one takes into account - well, - your appearance. you’ve got a proclivity for hair-flips, my dear, for it’s not often that you are inattentive to the ...
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    i burned our poems because they didn’t, so they wouldn’t, mean anything; but tendrils of stanzas have taken root in my memory and now those fading words mean everything...
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    I wish you could’ve seen the poems I wrote for you: oh, when I was a little girl I adored you I thought you were the sun and the sky and the clouds every word you said would be re-accounted in stories and stories and stories to so many friends, so many times and every time my eyes would be...
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    single line for single pain brought to life to love again silence weeps for open wounds tongue doth speak for loudness soon - Silence! ordered for, sleep recalls do not awake, stay still quiet; silence is golden, and silver is cruel, we wait, we wait: I turn, towards your single hatre...
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    I got taken for a ride on a magic carpet full of lies; the rain fell down like powdered sugar just one drop in the sky but it slowly built up momentum. the air was fresh with happiness, and I turned my face to the clouds. clinging like a child to her mother’s skirts, insisting she could cu...
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    Every time I open a book, my mind wanders to days where I would be much remiss to go play outside with other little boys and little girls, for I lived in a world alive with dragons, and monsters, and knights-in-shining-armor. Knights-in-shining-armor have been my downfall. Their armor glints too...
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    Portfolio Piece # - Memoir I spent forever on the edge of a sunset. I laugh, thinking back on it now. For all the complications, lies and secrets that flashed through the air, it never changed the image of a little girl, her golden hair blowing in the wind, holding in her hands a fragile cys...
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    Grey cement stairs – they were foreboding in any sort of entry. They beckon the way towards what appears to be nothing, a futile endeavor, the top steps disappearing into a dirt mound, becoming part of the hill. But I suppose that I've always been partial to climbing staircases to nowhere. I ...
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    it’s all vastly personal. the shape of my lips, my eyes, my face, my hair the mark on the tip of my nose, on the side of my hip the way my stomach curves, the shape of my tiny fingers, and the length of my stubby nails the fluctuating size of my legs, and the stretch marks that accompany it...
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    he had the impetuosity to tell me what I think while he hadn’t known me for what felt like years, and years, and years and your soft responses lingered in my ears, still . . . your sweet nothings will mean nothing to me, when I’m curled up in a ball, on the floor, screaming, and screami...
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    1737 That Girl You Lied To, 94010 The Week After Ith, Found Out Mr. Man Who Has No Heart King of Very Many Expletives 140 Hopefully Where You're Living Hell, 66666 Dear Man Who Has No Heart, I hope this letter finds you in the most terrible of times. Furthermore, I hope your d...
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    once upon a time the sound of your name caused me to groan, and I bemoaned those who claimed that you were not: pretentious, a menace, honestly, who ever met a boy more daft-minded, foolish, controversial, all-around idiotic (and just plain rude!) boy as yourself? now the soun...
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    wish we could go back to the days where love was pulled pig tails on the playground, and kisses were secretly given with much giggling: the tinted foil glinting in the sun; we pull each other on our make-shift red wagon and we laugh....
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    There's a man who sits on a park bench Sunday mornings. He must be quite a lonely man. He sits on the park bench sipping his coffee, staring at children playing in the sand. I often wonder what this man might think of, in that head of his. Is he pondering his life that's past, or what t...
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    In response to the voice, which which utters bits of hope I say (in a list format): (a) he doesn't like me, even a tiny trickle of a bit (b) he has never liked me. Ever. (c) he will, in all likelihood, never like me. (d) he is most likely completely in love with/belongs ...

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