1657 7 5
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...the daffodils will fling/
their yellow petals, taunting winter
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165711
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The room turns red and I start screaming and ejaculating. The whole class is watching as Mr.Smith slams down my copy of the test with his right hand and swiftly tears off my penis with his left.
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1657108
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Sunday morning beginning with a bang. Accused, found wanting, sentenced.
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1657116
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The days cut off by damp chill with every thought a different variety of protection.
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165700
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In order to be a catalyst for catharsis — which is just a fancy way of saying agent of change — you have to be willing to condition yourself into something partially inhuman. Only something on the very outskirts of humanity…
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165786
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in late fall, Rome, sans wind, sans rancor,
sans sand or rain, sans hate ...
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1657107
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For you have waited. And waited and waited. And soon your slice of bread will be ready.
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165643
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Except for the bathroom stalls—you know the one that goes “Here I sit all broken-hearted”—the only poetry in the house is composed by Hazel, recited to her fawning sycophants.
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165611
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This new kid on the block, named Miller, showed up out of the blue one day, while we were throwing rocks and boulders down on this flimsy gray sheet of construction plywood that was covering an open trench in front of a new house on our block. One of the
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16561712
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There are 1.45 million readers
of poetry in the US and
2.9 million poets. The odds
of an audience are bad.
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165631
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If this is trouble, please call someone else.
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165633
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165653
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We sat in silence, the entire train, the few other passengers in anxious wait to see if I would change my mind. We all flipped pages, glanced up at each other, looked away when noticed.
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165674
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Once again there's too much to handle and
no space to process
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165600
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Tadd Dameron once described himself as “the most misplaced musician in the business,” and one needn’t call the missing persons bureau to determine that he may have been right.
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165692
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Dear Sir/ Madam I wish to apply for the position you advertised in the Daily Sun. Although my expertise is in self-obliteration and self-worth (or lack of), and my work mainly in disappointment, I do have much experience in failure, which this letter will…
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1656108
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The best thing about being a cowboy is the cows.
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1656106
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Eight days before her 50th birthday they were married in their soft new pajamas, holding hands on his bed in the hospital. The pastor and witnesses wore protective hospital gowns and gloves; the patient was in isolation once again. A special dispensation from the head…
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1656188
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The cloudless sky/
amplifies the incompletion,/
clarifies the imperfections/
of the night’s normalcy-
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1656179
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Words darken with smut and irony over time.
|
165596
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It hangs unspoken in the sadness he pushes through his harmonica, while his hands work the old, beat-up guitar that tries to be a Gibson for his fingertips.
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1655106
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She is face down in the snow
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165595
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My body feels chilly but it's not from the outside temps. It seems to me it's the opposite of a fever.
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165521
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Slipshod shoes were the first sign of a meltdown. Sometimes she could see it coming. A prickly gentleman washing his clothes on a Thursday afternoon. One week he’s fine. Nothing wrong with owning a sour face. The next Thursday, his shoes don’t match.
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165533
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Things looked way too normal to be normal. The cold, gliding black eyed swans never once straying far from each other's wake, the cute blue jeaned lovers everyone secretly watched carefully picking their trickling way over small odd rocks and…
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165554
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She allowed him to wash her hair. Touching it in a wet state, running his hands through it in a soapy state, wringing the water out when he was finished—he was ecstatic.
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165520
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The rocket shone in the distance. Cape Canaveral had never looked so pretty.
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165510
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I was shooting baskets in the driveway when the Mexican kid delivered the groceries. He drove in fast and loud . . .
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165510
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Floating along the ebbs of the ocean,toward the horizon, where time has no say,an end that will never be reached.
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165585
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The army was bulldozing grandmother's house.
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