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Cinquain. Part of my attempt to do all kinds of poetry.
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Maybe I just like the sound of quiet marks on paper
In an otherwise silent room.
Yes, Iwill write just for that.
Maybe I don't mind the weird loo..
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Melting Pot
Open upand take it like achocolate.Let the words and places, people
and promises fade awayliquid.Melt the words until they are slimy a..
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Time wasted,
Lives mismatched, cut and pasted
Into molds,
Sorely cut, un-even and cold.
Status quo; Codes to be followed.
Wasting time, so precio..
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It's not a poem. It's a song. :)
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My i Has One Leg i did not sign up fori surgery so why are you trying to give my itwo extra legs?
i’s adapt toanything on our one single little..
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The writing I am writing
Is the soul to my soul
Words flowing, letters falling
Beautifully into lines-
On the ghostly white paper.
Writers flow t..
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In the Glow of a Porch-light
Soon, the relentless bugs of the summer season will have eaten us to our core, but for these few moments we are free, ab..
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Neutralization
Acid tears burn base trailson my skin to equalize each other out,but it never quite seems todo its job,because an acid burnsas stron..
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The Nut-Job in Number One
The crazy lady in the first flat;we called her the nut-job in Number One,she ripped the complex apart screw by screw,and on..
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