Stories tagged poetry

Sinking Feeling

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The bar tender is Austrian but blames her American accent on Netflix. It´s totally normal nowadays. Right?

After coming back from nowhere,

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you notice some of what you need― a pressure of something you've intended, somewhere without a place,

Passion

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The night is old.

Church Construction (Leaps of Logic)

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Suddenly you've got something to do on Sundays - Wake up early and dress your best.

What To Believe

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Being simple like this, knowing a thing is done by doing.

A Saturday Prize-fight in Cannington

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Lovell saw his chance, and more quickly than anyone thought possible delivered a sharp blow to Linehan's hitherto untouched jaw. The Irishman collapsed, and stayed down for the full count of thirty. The courtyard was then filled with shouts of incredulit

[Morning is a redheaded woodpecker]

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"today might be the most remarkable swallow of universe"

I Would Like To Describe

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I would like to describe the morning with the absences of dark

Cloudstopper

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She's the one you remember when there's talk of the blow.

Greet Death

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where are you now?

Manifesto

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I write poems.

To A Child

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Heaven knows. Hell knows.

I Channel Quevedo

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-Hey, life! Nobody answers? WTF? -Ah life! Nobody answers me. Well, what did I expect?

Melancholy

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I went to the lake,to our spot. there were daffodils there.i smiled at that, then cried a little.you want to hear something funny?they scare me. they are so, so yellow.they scream caution.I almost keep walking, but the sun is out, and I am…

Do You Think God Will Play With Me?

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She cut me adrift On an iceberg of words And words melt As you know Looks like we may have Gone out on the limb A little too far without A toe-hold on Reality Doesn’t it? But I saw the headlines: Cows Bound for Slaughterhouse Mak