Ivy
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WinterA Poem by IvyYou're a yard sale treasure caught in between a fresh start and the s**t that ripped you up before. You're in love with the milk man and the paper.. |
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SummerA Poem by IvyI will wake tomorrow with a creaky neck but there will be sunlight shining on my face and music lulling me softly into the world and there will be.. |
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OutA Poem by IvyMaybe I am gone too. Maybe I've expelled myself from these bones like everything else. I am not poetry laughter art writing song I am outoutout I .. |
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I am StuckA Poem by IvyI am stuck on repeat, going through the motions for the sake of doing so. I try to contain myself by consuming air, and I try to contain you with .. |
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The Song StumbledA Poem by IvyThe song stumbled from your lips and fell in a pirouette on the edge of the world. Time is a harness tying your words to your actions but cutting .. |
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We Were LostA Poem by IvyWe were lost, sitting on found blankets beneath the clouds of fillmeup and iwillsurvive. The trees echoed health class mottoes that gave us someth.. |
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RomeA Poem by IvyIf Rome wasn't built in a day, it must have been built in a week by poetsnumbered like space-age cities built from the top down.And this house was bui.. |
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WomenA Poem by IvyWe are the bookworms nestled firmly in our fruitunshaken by the raging dance around us.rubber and pavement melt together in irrelevancywhile we conque.. |
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Ancient FiresA Poem by IvyThe clock ticks on while the city swallows the stars(quite similar to the ones just barely breathing in our bonesfor we were all stars once)but when a.. |
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An Unrealistic Ideal Becomes So When IdolizedA Poem by IvyTwice through goggles laid by mennefarious sex, rose tinted isat least revered, while all aroundno oeuvre lays; sophilter me, Romilda. |
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