I Write Poetry?
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Full Moon Flapjacks
My first poem, as you can probably tell from the uninspired title, and If you hate it, or you think I'm not cut out for poetry, or you think it ...
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Ode to Snoink [We are]
I wrote this in a fit of silliness. Dedicated to Snoink and the usergroup Snoink's Evil Minions.TEAR IT APART. Beat it like there's candy in the center We AreWe are ...
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Boys in PE
Their limbs are knotted, coiled, and sleek.Their voices are : tuba, bassoon, sousaphone.They seethe with a dangerous sort of light, dark and deep; red and blue hues.Eyes like silk, eyes ...
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Achilles and Patroclus
My soul is devastationA burden so heavy it cracks concreteWith earth-shattering simplicityI fail to astound, even to registerThe world walks on, unimpressedI see you blaze your trail from aboveA speck
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His and Hers
His hands.Or are they mine?Tear at my virtue, and fondle every vice.Until what remains isa lesser version of himself.His lips.Taste like redemption—olive sherbet witha dash of rum, boughtat the lowe
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Lust
When he walks down the hall I stop and inhale, his scent. It is old spice and locker rooms and the clean cotton of his shirt. Today it’s blue.He smiles ...
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Of Songs and Roads
The kind of song you want to make love toEven under a shit sky, if there ever was oneIf there ever is one.Slick roads crack when it rainsBut I’m singing, ...
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My Father
I used to think of my dad as A root, a vegetable, clinging to filth with arms strung up to the sun.Something organic and stiff and pure, made from the ...