Poetry
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- Written by: taylorcole
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In side the pages of my heart
There lives a man named Romeo.
To my soul he sings his songs of love
Like a whisper in the night.
A locked away love behind heavy prison bars
He is the one who can free me
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- Written by: kc.n.clements
- Category: Poetry
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i. post-grad
recently shorn from our
in loco parentis
we wonder
will we ever be cradled again?
can we at least be salvaged
for usable parts?
ii. basics of survival
my sustenance comes
mainly from a greasy and buzzing black box of late
not of my own volition:
i am a trained pavlovian
salivating for
Read more: a series for the class of 2010
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- Written by: Carney
- Category: Poetry
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Falling into the pond reuniting
Until the sun will come out and
Takes them apart again.
But for the one moment
When they bond and bond again
I can’t help but feel completion.
But soon I will feel their depletion.
And the rain will start to change
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- Written by: Mishca
- Category: Poetry
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I tried to explain it
but my voice just fell flat-
and now
since I've talked to God and understand
I know that even if they find cures
for cancer
there are no cures
for this.
Read more: Still Beating, Still Leaving
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- Written by: ugwerks
- Category: Poetry
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You tell me to relax
and then you throw
more work my way.
Aren’t you so kind
to double bind?
You say you
trust me fully
then don’t believe
a word I say.
Seems so benign.
Your double bind.
You say you’ll
love me always
but you just might
change your
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- Written by: ugwerks
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If a tree fell
in the forest
and there was
no one there
to see it
did it
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- Written by: APK
- Category: Poetry
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We'll be washed away one day my God.
And the streams in paintings will be left for the world.
Don't take before it is given and you shall see
that the love we have proven is happily.
No time to look past on what we lost
because regrets are our friends hidden in fluff.
They
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- Written by: Lucie M.
- Category: Poetry
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I realized I wasn’t missing you:
We are so deeply entangled
No amount of distance will ever separate us.
For a split pea soup
I realized how I grew used to you:
I have to learn anew the every day gestures
We usually accomplish together.
For a
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- Written by: JonSternburg
- Category: Poetry
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I found you out here in the moonlight
your eyes as dead as the stars.
Your hands as cold as your heart
your lungs as red as your scars.
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And yet my stare remains unbroken
my brain whirs it stumbles a sin.
I’m almost certain you can hear it
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- Written by: Quincy8524
- Category: Poetry
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You make me want to kill myself
she said
as she slammed the door.
This combination of noises
beat at my heart
like ritualistic drums.
I ran to the window
and split the blinds with
my fingertips and pushed my
oily face against the glass
to watch her walk away.
It was raining
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- Written by: Quincy8524
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When I can’t write
I stare at the
white page
for so long that
the white begins
to grow. To drool
over its edges
and wet the wooden table
like a tidal wave.
The room drowns
in the whitest white
my cracked glass
of whiskey. Drowns.
My slender pen. Drowns.
The legs of my
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- Written by: Quincy8524
- Category: Poetry
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I read a lot of Bukowski.
Critics applaud him
for being raw.
So I wrote
a story about
a poet who
“fucked”
a prostitute
and sent it out
to trendy litereary magazines
(3 months ago)
with minimal reception.
I suppose there are
some situations too
