Stories tagged “POETRY”
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GAMES
I don’t want to write a love song When that love is all wrong I can’t tell you buzz off, get, go away Why does it feel so good to play these games? Now I’m playing with your trust Making eyes at misplaced lust Going to lay you down and crush you ...
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Are You A Ghost?
It’s there for what seems like an infinite series of motions and movements and lifetimes and then you blink and the moment is lost. Gone for all eternity. A place you will always call home, torn away like a crying infant left in a basket on a co...
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Together Despite
Tragedy bound, we give it our best. Hands held together, hearts in our chest. Eyes on each other, unity stressed. Lost is the cause, but we’re unimpressed. Cast is our dice and the number is low. Ever betrayed by the ones that we know. Reach with...
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The Lake That Smells Like Sulfur
They put me in a padded room when I kept insisting what we had was real. They injected morphine and sedatives into my blood stream and gave me a pillow, commanding me to rest. I kept insisting what we had was real. Before I drifted off to sleep, they...
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The Grey City
Blame the nights of inconvenience, curse the bells as they ring out. Twelve o’clock is far too lenient, waste another hour without. Wear the garb of silent walkers, ever sought and never found. Slightly, lightly, footfall stalkers all across t...
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For My Friend
Her moon, like hurt, pales in the sun’s comfort; the warm light lifts what discourages with the mist— and this regal girl emerges with dark purple lips, pearls in her fists, and blue worlds of mackerel skies reflecting off of her soft emera...
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A Gentleman, Even In The End
I noticed a purple bruise on your neck, no doubt a perfect imprint from some woman quite unknown to me. I kept my mouth shut as you trailed your fingers lightly over the soft skin between my ear and the base of my neck. How could I be disappointed? Re...
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The Straight Face Contest
The first scene: I stand at the end of a long (and winding) gravel driveway, my heart pounding and I can’t quite put my finger on why I’m trembling. Lightning strikes, illuminating the sky with a brilliant flash and if I squint, I can se...
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The Wall That Stands Between Us
Should we pretend that we stretched our roots far under the feeble ground we stand upon instead of latching onto far away places with strange new faces? Should we pretend we are lovers, laughing under the midnight moon that bathes the land in a dim, ...
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Legacy (Poetry)
Bury me up on high / where there’s sun in a blue sky / In death I will shine
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Castaway
A new beginning, or a dead end? My choking brain (drowning in the sorrows of the heart) begs me to give in, to put me out of my own misery. I chop my hair off so the blade doesn’t return to my wretched wrists. And deep down don’t deny tha...
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Communicating Through Yellowing Postcards
It’s rumored that the human brain has such an extensive and colorful vocabulary, that we can only really think of five words at a time. Hence the stuttering, the stumbling, the choking. The words better left unsaid become forgotten within a ...
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Air Over Open Water
The leaves are numerous, Noon illuminated, Nearly neon green, Consuming light the clouds can’t catch— While the wind’s whims Dance branches like puppet limbs With systems of cool air (the canyon’s companion) Quick to rollick lif...
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I Think I'll Go To Boston
Infinite dotted lines race down cracked streets that stretch beyond my field of vision, and the sun beats through my flimsy tank top and the wind ruffles my hair like the down feathers of the pigeons in the streets. The hustle and bustle of people s...
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Rejected Help
It’s a hideously cold and rainy day I pull my jacket tighter to keep the chill at bay I am hurrying along the pier When I hear a shriek of fear My head whips around And I see you in the sea You’re being sucked down My run turns into a bound...
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The Last Good Thing I'll Ever Write About You
A tune carries on the light breeze from the park down the way and it’s you, so familiar, so warm, like the burns your name leaves on my ribcage. I obsessively look at the small collection of photos we have, trying (not at all) to banish you fro...
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A Different Kind Of Love
I began as an innocent lump of colorless clay. You did not come in until one full year later, but as soon as you saw me, you knew and I knew that you would change me for the better. To you, I was a challenge. A colorless lump of pathetic clay that you...
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Waste Of My Time
Dissatisfied and teary-eyed. I will never come out on top in this game. I will always come in second place to the blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty that I’ve tried so desperately to slip away from. I’ve tried so hard to make a name for myself...
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Good Riddance
It’s not a good bye. Not really, anyways. It’s more of a see you later. I’d say I’d see all of you soon, but I’m quite obviously lying.
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Pomp & Circumstance
The sky was that shade of blue I’ve always admired. The clouds were light and fluffy, lofting high above our capped heads. The stadium almost looked like an ocean the way our caps and gowns ebbed and flowed around me. I got caught in a rip curre...
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Song for the Selkies
Heavy in my arms Won’t you fall asleep Gonna catch you in my dreams Like we’re swimming through the sea Carry you to shore One step at a time In a long and crooked line As the waves sweep by Feel the cold waves washing Footsteps lost like s...
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The Wildwoods
I met a weird medley of people this week. Quick glances and sideways stares were the only communication we shared. Between you and me, I could have done without them. The ocean has this unknown appeal to it. What lies under those serene tides? Those b...
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Wishing On Planes. Hoping For Miracles.
It caught us by surprise, really. Reeled us in and even though you swore otherwise, you ran right to it, tearing your blindfold off in the process. A fool, you called yourself, for letting your ego take hold and choke your logic. I waited in the wings...
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Origins
In the near future, there will be an ocean between us. If you’d let me, I would swim the vast and unknown waves and wash up on some sandy shore, disheveled and quite confused, but grinning madly nonetheless up at your welcoming eyes. However, I c...
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Sparks To That
If the second is the same then the flames ignite the inertia of irritation a rash against my midriff ripped up into the night every word fuel on the fire a passive peaceful glance like paper, inert draped gently, burned from the inside out.