Tag: POETRY
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an antique desk that represents moving on
it’s not even cold in hereit’s bereavement to a widow fourth oversomething placid and refinedmy body aches like the wood in the antique desk she lent to mebefore he dieddoes she know it’s herebaking in the sunwhere the arguments of petty rivalries outlast the peace of pestilence
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writing ‘effort’
read effort here anytime i’m confronted with a piece of art that has an affect on me i try to write about it or at least think about it. i think this is something everyone should do. when i watch a movie i take notes. or if i like an album, i buy the record […]
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what a beautiful refrain
so let’s take it all apartyou figured it was at the starti spent several years behind the wakeit was rough for just a namesake aaaaaaaaand OH!we’re past the snowmy chest is covered i don’t mean to pull alarmsit was richer then to play a partso i’ll tell you where the cadence endswatch a feather fallin’ […]
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the lent between ocean and shore
i’ve got enough for youi’ve got it silencedi’m by the water remember that lying ahead?you passed insteadonto the water i was scatterin’i was breaking apartand when the color came at once i ran into the heart there’s no belaborin’ into the water
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i’ve got you on my mind, giver _ 2
_ no. 2i’ve got you on my mind, giver i’ve got you insidei made sure to keep you closei’ve got a heavy mindi can’t tell you where it goes i said it’s blue and redsaid i’ve been living like a fool mightdon’t tell me how to fix it upif it’s chrome then it’ll floatif it’s […]
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this is easy for me to say
i was reading in a carcatching words by each streetlightthe words were spaced too far aparti nearly quit when i had a thoughtwhat order of letters got me heremy primal form is no Shakespeare and i know you think this is nothing newto think about life as more than something to dobut if it’s just […]
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some strange sounds
i figured out what’s happening there’s a foreign place inside my veins it’s reaching out to grab me and whether i need it isn’t up to me it’s deep inside like some small thing a needy voice that grabs me so when my mind freezes, i’m listening you shouldn’t be afraid there’s got to bea […]
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filaments
▋ LESSER_filament_no1 1993 FALLGod’s gift to me was making me left-handed. It’s not a gift, really. Not in the traditional sense. Plenty of people have gifts. It seems damn near everyone you know has something they do, something that makes them them. I had a friend, said he’d never do anything valuable in his life. […]
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P E O P L E – imitating strangers
P E O P L E – IMITATING STRANGERS there was a hole in the middle and the crowd filtered through iti told myself not to worrythere was a hole in the middleand the strangers all knew iti tell myself not to worry i didn’t want seem unknownis this something we need to know?why does […]
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