Category: Poetry
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Literary Ebb and Flow and Glow
How did we let ourselves become so lovesick? Our hearts oozed right into our seats. You at the head of the class called to each of us like a beacon. At first my writing was about you and then it was about writing about you and so forth. Soon my writing was dribble. And then…
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May 12, 2014
“During midnight skies, I watch the moon fall out of love with the stars.” – Unknown Like a painting, I was unfinished. And you like to start projects, but not ever complete them. Until my frontal lobes developed–until I was a fully completed sculpture, I could not finish this poem. Confusion of that time stuck…
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Hard to Keep Distance
Between me and the fridge Just a short walk That hurts a bit now that I think about it Would be great to have a mini fridge In my room.
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Unloving Love
Today, I’m at the freehand on Ohio (19 E), feeling fortunate that I can leave then to somewhere to sleep the same night then to my need to rush the gauntlet where people (are meant to) battle to meet (but ultimately fall short of) my lofty expectations then to: negative ruminations behind and a mind…
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Phew! Scene 1
Read the note written in caps. Hand quivers a bit. Wait. Turn the body slowly slowly [but not the gaze] back toward them. Just stay there, almost looking them in the eye. Then let them make the decision. “Whatever. It’s not even fun taunting you anymore.” Phew! Almost needed to be brave.
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Sonnet 001
Though she be bare, each curve is free from chinks; For times her life leaned on a draining source I swore we’d last that one night over drinks The words themselves pushing me forward with force. I’d hoped so deep the technician was right Restoration: new battery and case; We’d go back to where we…
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Futility
resistance is futile.thinking of us dailyprepared you for mesince before you’d heardof resistance.and still you have wanted it.
Pearson Pivot 