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It all crashed down around me
Basically, I'm not a poet, I'm a novelist. That's why it seems like if I feel like I need to write something poetic, it comes out like this: LONG. Spoiler! ...
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I refuse to be weak
I refuse to be bones are live wiresLittle tendons of mischanceConnect them togetherIn swirls of quicksand.The joints they are of ironHeld by my skin into trance.The curves of my fingers ...
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Nap Interrupted
This is supposed to be funny, and is actually something that has happened to me before. I wasn't going for any particular poetic style but any reviews y'all might give ...
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A Moment in Mobile
The sting of rain burns my visible skinMoisture rolls in waves, soaking me to the boneA gust: the air moving furiously in circlesI’m lifted and held in time.The slap of ...
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Unreal Letters
Fingers type the words you see,Eyes unseen read words on screen,A message, a note, the reverberationOf a soul left dangling to be caughtBy hands across the globe.Those mystery hearts beatRythyms ...