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Dream On
Dream On;Purple, fluttering clouds float by...I see you standing precociously on the waves.You do not see me.From now on, I pretend not to see you--See you, and your wandering feet,Your ...
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Tree Be
Tree Be;Make me, break me,Impale me upon a tree.Then let me fall back down—Lusty, dusty—Back upon the ground.For, my dear, the tree beMore than words themselves.You should know this by ...
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Somewhere
Somewhere;Somewhere, before my heart turned crafty,I fell stupidly in love with you.Don't ask how, don't ask why. I don't reveal such truthsAs those. Sacred—stamped crossly beneath your rugged heart
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Sand
This is the first poem in the semi-biographical book I'm compiling for (maybe) publication. This is about my trip to Florida with my family when I was five years old. ...
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Click Clack
Written as a contest entry for: and general comments are welcome--I don't expect much. Click Clack;A peeled orange is sat within a crack,A crack that's as variable and ugly,As a ...
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Marked
Originally for lilymoore's contest, I liked it, so I decided to post. Enjoy.Marked;You're marked—deadly, beautiful, the best type of disease.You taste of grit, salt of the earth, plague dust;You rem
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With Lobe;
Wrote this awhile back after seeing this amazing picture I don't have anymore, which was of a kitchen knife covered in blood with this little plastic heart necklace dangling from ...
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Diana
Diana;You sit in the corner, tittering quietly to friends,One swooning maroon sleeve creeping down your slopingShoulder like a guilty confederate soldier.I think I'm in love with you.I sit by the ...
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What We Are
What We Are;My feet are black with inherent soot,Fingers splayed to let sunlight in,Dark brown eyes flecked with suit's rumpled exterior means nothing, dear,I'm merely recovering from a mysterious los
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Imagine
Imagine;I'm tangled up between herMagnanimous, chilling legs. FacePressed comparably to the earth,Nose only smelling what God himself lovely Navajo eyes see nothingAs she sighs—Carrying my sumptuous
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Chronic
Chronic;Your hair has become iceAnd my welcome fingers butter,Running numbly through your chipped tendrils,Catching pieces as they fall.Snow clips, preciously cradled between tightly drawnCap and stif
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He
He:His nose,A blonde bud of flesh,Twinkled and twitched beneath his ebony eyebrowsAs my heart went silent.He said nothing,Smirking with belittlement to himself over a flourish of cards.His eyes,The ki
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Identity
I am lost within a dream,my hands clasped to keep the light out,My green eyes crackedto see the least possible,To keep my childish ideals lips, like icecapped flood gates,Keep my ...
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Baby Doll
The moon hovers above a crater that was bornfrom my wavering fist,as your spiked caramel hair creates a halo,your blanketed fingers carved sweetly into a twist.I don’t notice your cockeyed ...
