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picking cherry blossoms
from mid-air
she always placed them
on his cheekbones
he never minded
he never saw them
nor felt them
on his skin
if she wrote him
a mortgage note
for the moon
or heaven
gladly he'd pay
each high-interest dime
she'd never collect
for she never took
knowing them
meant not being sure
but believing
they were meant to be
Literature
Cliche
does your poetry consist of
feelings nestled in ribcages
silent cries inside of a marrow
and the dull thunk of your heart
against my barely beating bones?
or is your poetry nestled in galaxies
shooting across well-kept fingertips
like comets lighting a dull sky
stardust of my hip bone wishes
literature universe coming to an end?
can your poetry play imagination
like a clever twist in a dream
where you kiss my shadows away
and teach me how to caress you
with love that burns passion away?
oh dear
are you smitten enough to
run away with me
or are you yet to be blanketed
by these heavy arms of mine?
do my words weigh you down?
i havent met
Literature
Confession
I confess
That I am not myself
I am the faceless waste of my influences
That I obey the media like a god
And society like a saint
I confess
That I am one of the crowd
I do what is expected
What is wanted and what is told
Even when I know it is wrong
I confess
That I cannot think
I am a walking machine
That has given up freedom and thought
For the sake of a simpler life
I confess
That I hate based on color
On sex and religion
Unless it is popular
To say I love instead
I confess
That I am a murderer
A thief and a scoundrel
I witnessed the greatest crimes of our time
And stood by in silent admiration
I confess
That I hated because they tol
Literature
dreamergirl
The Last Time I saw you,
you were down in the dirt,
[literally] on hands and knees,
looking for the bit of magic
your father had promised was toiling
just underneath the surface.
You feel it, you whispered in
a cotton hush like the vibrancy
of your voice would intimidate the
dreams you scraped at beneath the
faultlines. Daddy never told a lie
[excluding the usual good things
come to those who wait, and 'tis better
to have loved and lost, and every end
is a new beginning]. You feel it,
you whispered, trembling at the hands
the same way you did for the Pills
that couldn't quite fix the Problem.
.
I never really understood all the ways
you
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You have a wonderful talent for putting your thoughts to paper, and giving others a chance to admire that talent. Well written... 