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and i listened
i swear
i did'nt
fight
kick
bite
i swear
i let it go
it went
and i moved
foward
feeling time
passing her
listening

i listened.
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if i had the right words i would tell you.

i am young,
i still like horses and daisies
but now
a facination with snakes/salamanders,
animals that live under the rocks in the cool places.
i wish i could live under the rocks in cool places
my skin moist like no hand that i have now
if something gets squished (a leg or arm) or...
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doh:
beautiful.
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patient but before coffee looking drawing those girls contorted
the history of woman
i have ideas and waited for the men to show
my bisexual friend did'nt call me
the men came and fixed
and left
now i am 5 drawings later
2 reconstructed shirts later
i only want small things
something good to feed my belly
a car to get me
out of here
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joyrider:
i hope you post more poems.
sally_struthers:
'I hate fast cars", "Those who love me can take the train!"
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laughed so much i did'nt care who looked at me.flicked the yucky sausage out of my lasagna at friend. watched the movie signs and laughed so loud i did'nt care bout nothing. stuffed myself with good things to eat. did'nt dread the job in the morning. i usually sit and think about the future. did'nt this time. talked to this good friend of mine who...
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sally_struthers:
You are a classic beauty. Please submit more poetry!
vdrak80:
may the hairs that grow back bother you not!
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been writing like a fiend, and sometimes quiet. i have this old typwriter that needs some major pounding on if it's going to put ink on the page, which is good since my mind is taken by the sound as i write. this thing is loud!!! slam slam slam. later, i dont even remember what i wrote and it seems more honest. its kind of...
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tib0r:
i love writing fiendishly late at night and then you wake up the next morning and read what you wrote and it's like, did i write that?
jorganic:
sometimes its good to create without intention and just let stuff pour out. its good to let go of intention and preconception and open the floodgates. you may only get a few sentences, or, in my case, a few bars, of usable material out of the whole end product, but you can't beat that process from breaking you out of your own cliches.

Then again. there is something to be said for the focus that having a deadline creates.
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finally this morning i woke up with a snippet of a poem in my mind, it used to happen all the time. now i know for sure i've done the right thing, i am on the right track dispite my stepmother's advice.YES.GO TEAM. i'm rallying all my people behind me.
vdrak80:
cryptic comment a.
The sneakers sniff in the background
searching for mintes in the floor pund
Come heaven or hell
they are all sure to yell
We,ve found some, by Jove , by Hera, yes, Zounds!
vdrak80:
cryptic comment a.
The sneakers sniff in the background
searching for mintes in the floor pund
Come heaven or hell
they are all sure to yell
We,ve found some, by Jove , by Hera, yes, Zounds!
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they went and i stayed
of course
i would like to stick to what's real
i hate to do the dishes
i am a slob
but
i lay in the bathtub
smelling
the good smells
looking
at the light blue shower curtain
to know i am
soothed by color
by water.
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i quit A & P(a crazy accelerated class that forces so much information in your head, you just end up staring ahead and laughing uncontrollably) for the summer. i decided to stop the madness which screwed up the application deadline for the nursing program but i was hearing bad things about it anyway. still, having crazy amounts of school in your life and ending it...
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sokkmonkey:
Art is good and made by god. Sometimes a brush full of oil paint can be more intoxicating than the best drink. Personal re constuction seems to be the theme of the month. I keep reminding myself that emersion in work is no substitution for defining yourself as a person. it doesn't make the voices go away as much as pushes the pause button. then when you are alone and quiet, boom! a weeks worth of email clogging the box. I guess i'm sayin' I hear ya loud and clear, don't forget to smell the roses!
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A & P (roman numeral two)
went out and went out
offered pills and took them
went away blackout
came back.
found myself in a bubble
where
i
could'nt talk
could not be heard
and
the smell of him comes rushing back
to reach me in my pants.

her hair
long enough to wrap around me
the mermaid
that drown
is still on land, on...
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sixsixty:
i'll show you mine if you show me yours. well diffferent. with 3 f's.
febo:
depending on the situation of course, every one loves/ hates sirens.

i like this one.
t23