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"In with the Old"
“In With the Old” He looks at the girl Because she looks Nothing like Her. He holds the girl’s hand Because she doesn’t Feel the same. He believes the girl ...
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Dishonest, Content.
I haven't decided to go with verse A or B, so I put both. Sorry for the repetion. Please tell me what you think. Dishonest, Content I lie to live. ...
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Title pending poll. Wow, this was cathartic.
Here’s how it’s gonna work, Princess. He’ll love you first— Not best— ‘Cuz you’re gonna screw up you’re gonna screw him over. You’re gonna Break h
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An exercise in line breaks- tell me what you think
Momentum I’ve laced my shoes and slouched my socks And hit the pavement, Jogging. I’m not warmed up; I’m not prepared, And yet I’ve started Running. I’ve reached the crest; ...
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Made in perversion of His image (Creationists beware)
Portrait I was all mouth at first- A fleshy ring of anxious need- Insatiable. I hatched a belly to gorge And poked a hollow navel to remind that I am ...
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:::jumping up and down to get your attention::: Read Please!
Riddles to Forget Me By About to cry, you choke it. Ready to speak, you sip it. Wanting me, you suck it. I know your breath. Hungry, three fingers to ...
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Myopic Hindsight
Myopic Hindsight If the earth bucked, split, Swallowed me and chewed Home to jagged pieces, You would remember waves Sifting a castle back to sand. Wouldn’t you? If I screamed ...
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Sleep
This was written (obviously) between waking up and falling asleep again, so please let me know how to make it appropraite for the waking world. Thanks. Sleep sharing a couch, ...
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I need a new title (formerly: The Missive)
Missive It wasn’t so long ago That I was living this history, Not writing it. Your hands made a lush country of my body, Boundaries drawn with my hot blush ...
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Writing challenge 10/17 "Momentary"
A crow blinked . Opals. Eyes snap shut in a white flash, Open. I am gone.
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Dangerous words
I know we're not supposed to preface our work, but I'm going to. The spacing in this is fairly important, and I can't make the site accept and keep the ...
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"Wildy Waving", or "Forgotten"
I was disappointed with this poem when I wrote it months ago. But reading it again tonight made me feel everything all over again. So, I supposed I expressed it ...
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Mulling Over Wine: A Toast
Mulling Over Wine: a Toast He is a cup of wine, brimming With Her honey, Her bitter droughts, Their molasses and vinegar. Can I taste it, or will He break? ...
