Boxcat
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dust on my fingertipsA Poem by Boxcatdid you taste upon your lipsthat beauty crashed a thousand ships?the tongue wrapt careful never slipshides the heart and helps eclipsethe urge to star.. |
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The childA Story by BoxcatI’ll assume it was a cold and dark stormy night when my mother was brought into the hospital. This event had been planned for months now, but I .. |
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Weeds and WanderingA Poem by BoxcatI am wandering in the forestLooking at the same trees I’ve seen all my life that have stood tall and dependable.Seeing the brown, red, and blue .. |
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LookingA Poem by BoxcatStill I look behind me to see their familiar shadowsThe broken eagle tied down and shot by the hunters.the bird who once soared in front of the wave.t.. |
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Fake News and FeathersA Poem by Boxcatthe fantasy of a boy trappedin his world.in his mind.in his lies.a promise ofbreaking truths,bending realities,burning perceptions, andbecoming someon.. |
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Have you ever run away?A Poem by BoxcatDitching the cat at the motelwe ran into the setting sun.Holding the last slivers oflight in our open sweatinghands we live foreverWe crash the bar ro.. |
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The diseaseA Poem by BoxcatCOVID19 has really left it's mark on the world. I feel that the arts need to capture this moment and tell future generations what happened. |
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15 word storyA Story by BoxcatFor a contest on here |
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Plastic GirlA Story by BoxcatThe girl strode onto the stage. Her head was half-shaved, and the other side had long blonde hair that hung to her waist. She was dressed in pink late.. |
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My Life SentenceA Poem by BoxcatI used to be so small that they put me in a box and laughed at me, but they didn’t know that I would grow but I did grow: I grew an.. |
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