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You whispered that you stole from her,
Then asked me what Hell was.
I told you it's just Earth without apathy,
And you said that didn't sound that ..
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I'm sorry.I'm sorry that I always looked a little above your eyes when I talked to you,And moved my thumb too much when we held hands;That we talked a..
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'13 Words' contest submission.
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Backdropped by shimmering cardboard trees,
Outlined in exaggerated greens,
She throws fistfuls of pink glitter towards the sky.
Dreaming, she twirl..
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Two shining globes,
Set coldly into callous skulls,
Rolling rapidly:
Up,
Down,
Left,
Right.
They analyze every garment,
Every gesture,
Every ..
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He is but a ghost,
A sweet nothing in a room brimming with misconceptions.
When the sun is high overhead,
Or securely behind the horizon,
He is sa..
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I've never written a prose poem before. I don't know if this would even qualify as it, but ... here you go.
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Remember that hot outdoor concert in late July,
Where the singer autographed my t-shirt?
We stood in line for over an hour,
And you pretended..
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It's short, angry and about love.
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One man's internal struggle.
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