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and pressed an area
on my forehead
between my eyes
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The gate squeaked, the gravel shuffled and the letterbox clattered as February 14th's mail cascaded to the ground.
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When He had built the Universe, there was no greater joy in putting it together. The angels themselves were perfect constructs of concept and design, embodiment of breathing principle over particle waves. They each had their purpose; each mortar or a supp
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Once or twice, it was only once or twice. Three times, if I really count. And I wasn't giving or loving. And my self stayed hidden and I kept most of my clothes on.
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As air warms and warm/
winds stir, green becomes the force/
that surges the plains.
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A life in NYC was one I always dreamed of but I found myself turning into a bitter, sarcastic person who was losing the ability to see the silver lining in just about anything.
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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It is midnight in Utah, but I can’t tell. It always looks like midnight in a cave.
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. . . nor did mine eye apologize.
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My Thursday head belonged to a former Miss Brazil named Rita.
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145331
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I want to read a story that ends unhappily ever after: one where the bad guy wins and no one gets the girl.
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145222
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The light of day is screaming,
shook by the calls of howler monkeys,
their low roar hanging in the salt,
in the black sand riding the wind,
as Playa Negra outstretches its infinite arms.
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Michiko stood in front of Steinway Hall on West 57th Street.
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145231
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I will show you how, in the spring,
the sidewalks here
look like a crossword puzzle resting under
a glass of lemonade,
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145244
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On a street-lit night in Jeddah.
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145210
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The parrots woke Eddie up. That and Rocker snoring in the twin bed. A thousand parrots flying over the motel? They squawked, God how they…
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145261
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Why do I love you? The monster that you are?
I love you for revealing to me my strength
My determination, my will
My need to survive
I love you for showing me the gift that is living
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Her voice gets screechy as she talks of the boy he was caught fondling in the bathroom of a bowling alley. The worst part: the dumb schmuck doesn’t even bowl.
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That’s a long time/
to live with the certainty/
of your death
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He also had OCD. He had to kick every dog he met. Johnny killed a lot of dogs and was bitten by many others. He was a cruel bastard.
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145287
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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145298
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I don't think you understand. A sad boy doesn't just die inside, slowly, he becomes withdrawn from certain types of lovely youthful reasoning out loud, accustomed to feeling what is expected, graded, just to be allowed to survive another…
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I fall in love with a second cousin at the picnic. I make sure I sit next to her.
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Dreams / of being a millionaire are replaced by dreams / of being a billionaire
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This poem first appeared in “Walt’s Corner” of The Long Islander, founded by Walt Whitman in 1838.
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What if
Everything
I have been doing
Hasn’t been heard
By anyone?
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