Category: Poetic
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hope gone
She sat waiting Waiting to be picked up Waiting to be nurtured loved She waited Noisily at first With ever decreasing Whimpers, moans sobs She waited Until she cried no more expected no more hoped no more lone She stopped waiting
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pixilate the mix
millpond surface bizarre dislocate choke expire churning circles crescendo waves suffocation commotion train walls raise sapped out instinct prayer dam reborn breathing
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rook’s quarry
Even on the train she didn’t miss a trick like a rook on patrol for fantasy tidbits she sat upright, neck elongated flicking left, whooshing right. The slightest movement alerted her eyes and she honed in on the offending persona Not one person was beneath her contempt: high spirited children, to her unruly languages other…
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fag ash lil
so this is it. my friend and I become enemies and not an enemy to love an enemy to hate no more of you in my life you are gone, finito bonito rule 8 and 11 no looking back longingly and don’t you even think of wafting your ugly aroma in my direction…
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hold my hand
Todd waits by window, bag in hand. Tom drives to avenue, long time banned. Todd clutches his teddy close to his chest, Tom disengages clutch, nervousness confessed. They meet on the path arms flung open wide, Todd laughing, Tom crying, genetically allied. The trip, over so quickly, words not spoken, Tom drives and Todd watches,…
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stranger danger
He died on the street outside my door Clutching his chest falling down slow Screaming for help no assistance we gave Left him dying, writhing in pain Hardened by street crime we assumed a scam A gang to come running when we stepped outside Little boys with no respect for elder or wiser…
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paintdrop
daubing paint on a canvas, celebrating joy, tears falling on red red paint. red salt water salty red paint painting is liberating, airbrushing reality, joy overcomes pain, joy overcomes sadness, joy overcomes.
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i love
I love the way oil paint moves on canvas I love the way flowers turn to the sun I love the way grass smells after it has been cut – sweet smell of summer I love to fill pages in my journal I love to write bad poetry I love watching the second hand move…
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song >>> Jesus
Jesus, Jesus, You are my King Jesus, Jesus, You are my Lord Jesus, Jesus, You are my King Jesus, Jesus, You are my Lord Before You now Before Your throne I worship only You Before You now Before Your throne I worship only You Jesus, Jesus, You are my King Jesus, Jesus, You are my…
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Life advice {not}
What would my former self advise my current self to do? it’s not worth it none of it just die the mantra of youth the struggle of an age the irony foretold for now, I am dead dead to self and freedom is within no longer shackled no more the pain the joy, sweet joy…
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