Poetry
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Working Girl It's hard to stay positive when your work uniform resembles those of the girls working any corner on East Colfax. What's worse is when you need to make a bank deposit on "Fishnet Friday" morning before your shift. How is t...
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freedom steps on relationship’s toes and insecurity can't breathe enough. forgive me free me forgive me now not then or six months from now and make love to me. eat peach yogurt leave cherry see...
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Time is almost up. His life will begin within days.He is proud,excited,and ready to start his life.He stands equipped for what the future holds,and prepared for the adventurewhich is set in front of him. He has completed the tedious task of High Sch...
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Fast fast fast heart Beats Out of these hands, veering away, wrong path I want what’s never around And I’ve been everywhere Looking It’s hypothetical, fleeting, it’s amazing It’s more than I can take It’s e...
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Two drunk profits Two drunk poets Two rambling vagabonds with deceased eyes and philosophical minds ' Don't do what I did' 'Don't do what I did' Six empty bottles of vodka Two alcoholics 'Don't be like me!' 'T...
Meanwhile Back In The Garden Of E...
MEANWHILE, BACK IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN For Eve, the choice was plain.Go to bed with the man,and the world will swell with generations to come.Refuse him and it all ends here. The forbidden fruit was nothing really.Say no and it’s back to nibbl...
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The skies have a deathly pallor and the air has brought the frigidness of ghosts The inside of this apartment is warm though and florescent lights cover the dirty rays streaming through the window We spend our lives in apartments ...
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Play. My body was screaming electricity. Head to toe grinning into the centers of two flawlessly placed pupils within two perfectly centered mirrors of sea glass, rimmed with the depth of a distant evening tide. As I gaze the furthest corners of ...
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11 January 09 Your hands: they talk to me. Your fingers whisper encouragement to my thighs....
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24 Novermber 08I peer from the door and walk into the smell of burnt grounds and your potent gaze. We talk about milk brands and your dirty fingernails. With my cup, I withdraw; kindly....
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22 July 08It was nice to see his gaze; we are good at glances. All night, we have been flickering eyes on, off, on. My eyelashes grew heavy with cheap beer and expensive mascara. I am too much for him, or anyone, but I like knowing that he is paying ...
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15 January 09I worry when you rest your chin on my chubby knees; I can feel your hot breath on my weeks-dirty jeans. Also, I am afraid of your drowsy smell (hair and wood). I like you; it's just that you try and kiss me everywhere but the mouth...
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chocolate loneliness and pride I guess so a razor's soft, lazy nervous guess Hadn't thought much about it, smiling at dinner and parties and in the dark at movies. waiting in an automobile. Laughing echoes bouncing da...
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Walking down these new Denver streets, untainted by memories and heartache, I still feel the fear, The fear of America, The fear of animals, The fear of the American dream. Corrosive elements beat down too long On a tin-man heart ...
It has to be something to be anyt...
I have dreams weather winds follow this or find me &...
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I remember your tears falling (I've always rembered your tears falling) tonight they were warm though almost burning in juxtiposition to the cold fall night The night it self was a reflection of those tears It was a flood of...
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I can ___________ a. only enjoy things &nbs...
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Watch heads turn to look at YOUR bodyYOUR BODYWatch heads turn, snap, break in halfWatch as they bow beforeYOUR BODYWe can make it v-neck worthyWe can make you capable:In the house, in the garage, in the bedroomYOU can be capable of fucking anything,...
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They sounded like _________ But they didn't want to be time travelers, They only knew stuff that already happened. ...
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It occurred to me today...
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dead on wheelsthat spin like cranks and run like gerbilsback and shoulder bubblessporatically flitbetween my spindly muscles my tired mind won’t carewhen the monkeys makeorigami of my flesh because it’s all ...
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I began to have memories that didn't happen to meand when I figured out I was seeing into the future(a revelation embarassingly long in coming)being a child of the internet generation,I wrote about what I foresaw,and I posted it on Craiglist.I exp...
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Never ending knife fights in the nights streets treating people the same means their getting stabbed till they bleed ambulances rush but cant save our foes we dive over the bridges to clean our clothes the holes in their body breathe as ...
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dissection of our chosen election, resurrection of the past thoughts, passed by-me-nots, holding tight to the fear you had to fight to get to the dreams you won't and can't fulfill. looking back, stepping back, back to where it began beginning with t...
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When you don't have anything good to sayit's best to keep your mouth shut for another daybut when that day comes and you still don't wanna saywhat's bottled up inside, what's eatin' your conscience awayit's best to just keep what you're keepin' insid...
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little bit here, little bit there, searching for where you left yourself and why you care hiding in the corner shadows dimming so slightly, growing ancient and aged day and nightly out of use and out of practice too, out of reasons to resurrect the l...
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I hate you. In a beautiful way, I hate you. And that's the best welcome I could muster. Love is such an angry word, I use it sparingly. It is the root of all destruction, Thrown about so casually. What is love? We no longer know. It has becom...
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