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 Second place is made for me It seems I never get the gold Runner-up in everything I do The prize once again passed over me It's starting to... [read more] |
 That orb, situated high, nestled in blueness, glows torrid and firey. Its intensity melts solid pavement. Tar becomes sticky and soft. Wi... [read more] |
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You have taken so much from me! Too much! My will, my strength, my reasons. You reach in with delft fingers, twisting and snatching away an... [read more] |
 I wait, all night but my friends never come, they lied, Almost two months pass and this goes on, never going out, During the day yes, but a... [read more] |
 Making More Memories I swam in this creek when I was young from one end to the other, But this big old tree was a favorite spot for... [read more] |
 I admire the dark gift enough to drink, sip and taste... YET, THE LIFE OF ALL PEOPLE IS SOMEWHAT DELICATE. DRINKING FOR ME... NOT FOR LIV... [read more] |
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between my fingers a moral question the irritating ant [read more] |
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langkawi crocs farm crocs asleep their opened jaws [read more] |
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So easily duped, and led on, i feel a fool. how could the man with the 152 iq ever be tricked by you. you strung me along with a... [read more] |
 Looking in the mirror as an adult, the reflection glancing back at me is of a fat little girl in glasses. This is the fat little girl who p... [read more] |
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I hate when people refer to me as special, Because there is nothing special about me except that I’m a cripple. I live alone in a chair of... [read more] |
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A child, playing hopscotch, sails thru the squares on the blacktop. Alone, red-faced, hair dampened from sweat as time evaporates like moist... [read more] |
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I strutted into the old train station, the makeshift club My eyes dilated like the summer sun From the “X”, the “E”, the Ecstasy Light stick... [read more] |
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Standing in front of an oblong mirror She slowly steps back and begins to peer At a long puffy scar in memory Of once vibrant radiant mammo... [read more] |
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The stifling air weighs down upon me. Like a caged bird, with bruised wings, unable to be free. This disease has me under lock and key. Want... [read more] |