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Droplets4 years ago in Nature
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Traveler's Sunset 24 years ago in Weather and Sky
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Two Hands, One Heart4 years ago in Objects
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Obsolete4 years ago in Objects
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Melt4 years ago in Objects
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11:1111:1111:113 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
make a wish.
on an old guitar with no A string
and the strum of makeshift chords lingering in the air
as you pretend to make music.
he thinks you're beautiful,
coaxes your fingertips as you caress the strings,
you would do anything just to feel alive:
a kiss in the middle of a crosswalk,
two bodies intertwined,
floatingfallinggaspingdrowning.
you ache for euphony,
but the notes are out of tune.
make a wish.
on a girl with sunrise eyes
and a cigarette-lighter smile,
on a boy who sold love to the smoke shop for 5.99,
on your scarred palms
with the ghosts of whispered plans come to nothing
and dreams that die be
Brilliance4 years ago in Nature
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Peach4 years ago in Nature
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Glisten4 years ago in Nature
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Splattered4 years ago in Nature
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Dreamer4 years ago in Expressive
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Dainty 24 years ago in Nature
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MotherMotherMother4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
5:39 P.M. and it’s time for another one of those
Interruptions; I don’t know, maybe I was “working” too hard, too steadily, too quietly,
Or you were tired of leafing through worthless mail: sale bulletins, Dunkin’ Donuts coupons,
The garish Costco ads just screaming to be noticed (“Waste of paper!”),
And running chafed hands through blow-dried, dyed hair,
Uttering little murmurs of dissatisfaction like you always do, so goddamn predicable.
It begins. “What are you doing?” If I sit very still and pretend you don’t exist
Will you do me that favor? No, you’ve already left you
Anatomy of a DistractionAnatomy of a DistractionAnatomy of a Distraction3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the faintest sugar coating dusts your lips,
like frost before the first rays of dawn
splinter early morning's icy patina of stillness and solitude;
I almost want to kiss you
just to see if you taste like newborn snowflakes
swirling from a snowglobe sky,
and to free all these words yet unsaid,
tuning my whispers to the cadence of your breath.
your pencil overflows with metaphor and rhetoric
that surge like electron currents of the brain
and crackle to the paper in scribbled words,
while fingers beat a thrumming tattoo
on the threadbare knee of your faded Levi's
as if rhythm alone could mend rippe
Aflame4 years ago in Abstract
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Sun-Kissed4 years ago in Nature
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Diamonds4 years ago in Nature
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Alisal Sunset4 years ago in Waterscapes
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Yearning for Sky4 years ago in Nature
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The Reality of RainbowsThe Reality of RainbowsThe Reality of Rainbows4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am a rainbow,
my battered body a vulnerable canvas for his rampant rage.
i am no masterpiece, no tenderly cultivated opus
on proud display for public admiration.
just look at me!
painful gashes drip crimson warmth down the thighs and back
already scar-scored, tinged angry red and blazing orange;
arms mottled with sickly green-and-yellow bruises,
the newly dealt ones still a throbbing, garish blue.
my right eye is swollen shut,
inflamed violet seeping into indigo
where fist met face.
each blemish has its own tale to tell:
they scream of cowering on the floor, heartbeat pounding i
MnMs4 years ago in Objects
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Traveler's Sunset4 years ago in Weather and Sky
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Eat Me4 years ago in Objects
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Regal and Radiant4 years ago in Wild Animals
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