Tag: free verse
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The cage that you Keep.
When the maws of the trap spring up around you limbs pull in closer, tighter around your chest, guarding, suffocating mute hopelessness in a ball stricken into shaky breaths vacillating between, a quick death or black rage, knuckles bloodied on the irons All in a split, stiff— …Move Move… inch one toe forward, one foot […]
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Rage for her brother.
They, are not your possession to mold They, are from you but not, of you Their shoulders don’t carry your sins Their feet don’t carry your legacy Their eyes chart their own paths between the night stars Their hearts soar through clouds of their own shaping They, are not chained by blood or barbed words […]
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Love on a carrot stick.
She had eyes like the night skies The milky way around her center Oh! She sang-sang with the swing of her feet The stars falling with her wishes. Her taps soon beat with her father’s Lost she was to his. His name her last The spell cast her mother held strong jingling bells to the story […]
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When white splits.
Come upstairs, love I am sorry, I— pushed you down. Come upstairs and paint me I have hung around white clouds… …for so long Come upstairs and rampage! Split them red, pink, purple and gold Rainbow is your palette Soak up the blotting paper blank too long. Oh! The beat, of these splashes so gorgeous […]
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Who speaks?
The dandelion don’t make wishes The leaves shudder like rattlesnakes The clouds shape is anything but Does the river move forward or backward?
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Glazed heart
Addicted to this, hazy dream– tension across the too, quick tempered glass. My little buckled heels, chips a little off the surface. Oh, the gingerly placed steps hold tenderly the blush glass. ‘It’s alright, it’s alright,’ she tremors, but the cracks are a little, wider She shut her eyes. Oh, she shut her eyes over […]
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On I wander.
I will be wandering lands long before I reach the hem of grace I will be wandering lush meadows and arid deserts careening on a rowing boat in tempest waves scraping between the wreckage of time and rhythms long before I reach the hem of grace but reach I shall and so, on I wander […]
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What is I but you?
I see your eyes under the murky water my eyes overlay yours. You carry a– torch, flame lapping the– currents, you raise it languidly above your chest closer, under your chin our eyes flicker twin flames lighting seaweed twined in the space between… …Long I have waded in dark waters. Before my light crashed into […]
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Nothing that mimics
nothing, empty, I thought how odd that is everyone else has smiles, tears and something called cares, except I. My little self sat there mimicking the upturned and downturned corners of the lips mimicked their sound of laugh their arms in kindness and meanness mimicked their strides their speech, the silent and the stresses their […]
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The birth of Voice.
Bricks loose like pulled teeth, yellow chipped paint with a whole white daisy. Pale sky heaving through caved wooden ribs. Hunched shadows hunting– shadows behind keening walls marred in soot. Whimpering cries, harried shushing silence screams ringing in the ears breath coming out fast–faster, sharp intake, pause– ‘whuu…’ soft whistle blow a humming tune, picked […]
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