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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    My love, You have become fickle, a baby deer, twinkling amongst the morning dew and the milk of a humming mother. The oceans whine for you. Their pursed lips, bleating, ask only for your forgiveness. There are many hushed voices that lie crimpled in the wake of your foot-sweeps. Pause. ...
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    A little red bird lives in the space between your shoulder blades. It was not always that way. The bird, it is small, Sometimes it comes out from the space between your shoulder blades. It sits in your mouth. It eats your vomit. The bird, it is small. I wonder who put it there? The little...
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    Every sunrise, a criminal gives a gift to the World. The World wait’s till dawn to open it. Some say that the gift is nothing but a fist full of lies Spewing in and out from the corners of a child’s mouth. Some say that, if One were to open the gift, One would become tainted, and One’...
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    In a black forest, the sun stalks the moon and The moon glows with love of the earth Alone. There is music asleep in the crevices of Your pockets. Your hand jingles the notes, Unwraps clear paper. Your head rests Between the humps of a camel, but This is not about you. This is about the...
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    The seasons change. I scrape my nails on brass doorlocks, frustration raw as last winter’s scars, and… “IT’S COLD AS HELL!” -Keys lost. Whispers, profane, go biting bitterly at drags of wind, and I can hear your stubborn bray. The couch, reforming, sighs. Your face splinters, blister...
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    Now, wilt beneath the rising sun, and cast away those dripping tears for dew does catch the world in breathless awe - lost pity for her sighing lips all dipped in mirror’s pool. Beside the lake she stands and drowns anchored to bruised hemlock trees that refuse to weep nor tell her song o...
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    Lain within these walls is buried a plain and hollowed canvas that someone has made art reflecting a childish seaman’s dream. There are twenty seven spotlights mounted to this artificial sky. Alternating glares and shadows mock the waning wax of dusted floors, and the tiles are laid cut. B...
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    Every day…. my bed is too big for my body. It haunts me and my belief that every hollow space must be filled. I lie in the darkness, waiting for white saints to come, but sometimes I see skulls in the shadows and my mouth begins reciting “Our Father….” until my eyes close and my mi...
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    My little brother says you remind him of that German mathematician whose insanity may have been disguised as genius. -The way you’d let the black and grey ink of your art slip into your clothing. The inward facing holes of your cuff links were Just big enough for my thumbs Whenever I fel...
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    Forgive me… There is an illness that curses these eyes, for I have lost the eternity of permanence. That fabled tale that children dance to. Now freedom rests at my window seal carving crucifixes into the frosted glass. I want to bow forever....
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    There is no purpose for this. Where is my background Have I no lineage Am I a lost soul No. A combination means nothing. A person without past is just as beautiful. Like a child. There is no limitation on your future. No extreme expectation. Calm down. At all times w...
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    I don’t know what I want anymore. I saw god the other day. He was bronze skinned with high cheekbones, the half broken waiter’s son stealing drinks from an open bar. Made me want to tame wild stallions and paint my face with cinnamon peroxide. Something about the way left foots never stray ...
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    Ink grey swan, corrupted by this dirty water, make your nest in my bedroom floors, while I try to find the roads no one has taken. You see the maps on my walls, all leading to nowhere, the continents drawn in my own hand, the dog-eared posters sprinkled with blood? That’s the exact color m...
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    This current silence makes me believe that the entire world rests in my very being, and if I stop breathing, eternity will never happen, flowers won’t grow on my grave, and bees will never make honey. I used to trace the lines of my reflection, hoping nothing would ever change or stretch ...
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    Those flowers I picked…. They look like wounded butterflies, the way time has eaten away at the petals leaving a stench of grey that makes me wonder about what we have left to come. I’m sorry your dreams were so much bigger than mine. The falling stars we wished on left trails to follow,...
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    Well, you and I are like two pins on a wire trying to blow the wind away. Ha ha, try not to laugh, but … I went fishing in your grandpa's koi pond where you first learned how to kiss. Making faces in the water, listening to that voice that scares me. I think we should tie red ribbons o...
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    After a while, we’ll forget how many times we’ve looked into the same sky. Our eyes always search to lift the little one with the chiseled cheek bones and the stuffy nose. We want him to grow up with simple song lyrics; the one’s so profound and useful. He’ll build a wall so slowly. ...
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    Tip toe spindly willow spider, be gentle now, don’t cry. I know how tired you are, always seeing that silver reflection. Cold. Harsh. Unforgiving. The skeletons of trees bow before you, so gentle, so calm. Water drips but bounces, refusing to mingle with that other world where every...
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    You ask me why I wear so much black, simultaneously underestimating my love of simplicity. I would adorn myself in whites and blues, but they contrast with the brown flakes in my hair and eyes. I despise monochrome, but colors are just too colorful. Too dramatic, too distracting, and look...
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    Thoughts should not be so concrete; they should arise from the surface, transparent and bursting. They should emphasize your ability to paint without brushes, like gasps of air from a speech understood yet unspoken. These images should come and go, feeing without purpose or reason, returnin...
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    Hello. Hello? You have a poison. Is it bad? Yes. Will I die? Maybe. Can you stop it? No. Can I stop it? You can try. What will trying do? Nothing and everything. How? The journey will make you better. But will it cure me? No. What will cure me? Time. How much...
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    Hopefully when you leave here, you won’t have to un-brake yourself. You won’t have to turn the TV up so loud, and you won’t have to blink your eyelashes so fast. You’ll finally have that silence you always wanted, that one you create most of the time, the one that holds you toget...
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    He walks so slow like his feet have grown too fond of each other, but he’s heading towards a door, so I guess it’s ok. I’ve opened that door before. It’s cold and covered with the sweat of bedridden dreams and guilty aspirations. Its heavy, but I guess, I never really push hard en...
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    At the end of the day I’ll walk in a circle. People will notice me because bare feet seem to contrast with overly trimmed lawns, and I’ll notice them too, but the vision will be blurry. They are all too bright these people with their wax paper lives and kaleidoscopic colors. I’ll to...
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    Write me some sad melody where someone’s strength fell to the earth and arose less empty. Whisper me fairy tales about people too small and problems too big. Show me something beautiful for fallen trees will never whisper again, and our hearts will never beat the same. Sometime long ...

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