A Writer's Curse
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YappingA Poem by A Writer's CurseLike gulls at the beach They squawk, loud and relentless, Until the bell rings. But in two days they'll return, In search of more salty chips. |
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Wondering HandsA Poem by A Writer's CurseThere’s a tenderness in her Hands; she’s done this before, Many times, in fact. Soft and delicate, her .. |
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Acer Saccharum; the loved one.A Poem by A Writer's CurseFall. * * * Strong willed to a fault, The last sugar maple leaf sits, Confined by its stalk, To its branch. In truth .. |
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Another LA Poem by A Writer's CurseSneaker fiends, Shine and gleam. Get yours. 'Hoooruh! Hooo-Ruh!!!' 'Uh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' Siren blasts (something blasts): Game time. 'We .. |
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Mining the NightA Poem by A Writer's CurseIn the silence of the night Fear pours from my Capillaries, Like sand playing chasey in an hourglass. Trapped inside my head I mine my thoughts,.. |
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Future NostalgiaA Poem by A Writer's CurseYou've seen it coming, [foreboding] dreamtfeared it. [phobic]Woken up in the piercing night wondering if you'd already experienc.. |
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IncompleteA Poem by A Writer's Cursebro/ken. the system; what system? Mouths open, ‘ . . . ’ yet their harrowing screams of p.. |
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Skool's OutA Poem by A Writer's CurseRing, ring. The bells blast, but no one hears them. Skool's out. The yearn to learn a chapter in an untouched textbook, collecting dust; arch.. |
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Arterial PalpationA Poem by A Writer's Cursethe PuLsAtInG is mesmerising. flowingviolently, powerfully, from fingertip to temple, visiting every responsive post. r .. |
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From Me, For YouA Poem by A Writer's CurseOne for destiny, I am.I was.I believed it wholeheartedlyuntil I didn't...Worn, emotionally, I was.Scarred and blistered.Frail even,or so I thought.I h.. |
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