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Alternative Lifestyles
pallid, meek used to myself in supposition my feet are bare and make the greatest sense hobnobbing with tundra; the little flows in my wintered shelf...
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- 1077 reads
Grazing
I told the brass knockers off Knock it off and into a light, frameless cloud a gracious deepness I immerse myself In there, I can't exude. The...
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- 694 reads
Seizure of your insult today
pared - the shaped schedules of manual beeps and clicks on your rigid and glued hair strands why not hand me a dagger a slice of the skin on your...
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- 706 reads
I imbued you
gorgeous i recall little unicorn giggles the scent of the garden that a giant dropped us into the fake din invoked but kept in a jar as if in a...
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- 813 reads
Derek's story
A night patrol goes wrong, horribly wrong
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- 872 reads
Burnt salty pumpkin seeds
The press of the binder sends cold into me. By an egg timer, the electricity comes back on. The shadows see me. I'm in the afterthrows - the...
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- 1376 reads
A tinman quote
"Be a dear and pass me my tin foil, Elsie. More than anything, I'd sincerely like to be the tinman I ought to be. I want to be chivalrous and shiny...
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- 855 reads
Last place (18.4:Last Place)
"Words are the things that hurt, Ryan." the knock comes and I grab the nearest thing and quietly run as fast as I can to the underground away from my...
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- 784 reads
King Candle
Melting, with a candelabra cutting me and growing out of my weaker thigh and I let out a gasp: "How did that lovely treat get there?" and however...
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- 828 reads
Religion
The man waited for some sort of verification, some acknowledgment. For hours, he stood pleading to the cross for a sign. "Move me, delude me, provide...
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- 931 reads
Pulling
I'm not sad. I am spreading a tree and its contents over my cold legs, trunk, and face looking for where the holes are. I am a set of Christmas...
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- 824 reads
Findings: Flint Readings
This displaces everything: my bluish hypothermic hold. He offered me licorice, he has plenty. A kind hey, a touch of the lips, truth or dare yielding...
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- 848 reads
The tree
"cause I saw it on tv //they were selling pieces of heaven// and I thought hey how about me// when can I make reservations?" - Sarah Slean I am a...
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- 826 reads
Of the force that seems to be undenied
I shudder to think that solid exits from barren existences can be be boarded up without decisive thought as to how they were effecting those that...
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- 766 reads
Life Lessons
Learning life the hard way.
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- 839 reads
Progress Question mark!
A circular never ending spoken word poem that was part of an artist-writer collaboration
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- 639 reads
Song for a friend
It was never my intent to erase our ties. I wanted to always truly remain the best of friends. It's a wonder we made it this far at all, but all good...
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- 712 reads
A poem for 4 days
October 1, 1998: Breeze from the refreshing summer morning Dirt on your feet from the garden Touch a dandelion, shoot the sun Feel a warmth that won'...
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- 824 reads
Minus me
Angels say I'm better off Devils say I'm not much better Liars say I've given up Good ones say I should toughen up Oh, minus me you cannot see the...
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- 802 reads
Poem
Some memories are forgotten Some remembered as clearly as the second it is now, but look, a second has passed. can you paste it in the old scrapbook...
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- 770 reads