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The title isn't quite right, but I liked the phrasing so I wanted to keep it around somewhere. I will change the name of this one once I've written t..
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Actually this was lyrics, but there writerscafe doesn't give you that option. I'm calling it experimental.. because for me, this is an experiment.
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Sometimes,
The words slip unbidden from me too fast,
Unwanted garbling at the tip, my mind still in exclusion,
Confusion reigning the shifting iron..
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I'm not quite sure what type this is. Sort of a short story which became more like a poem. I initially intended to begin a story...
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We build ourselves up it seems,
on wishes, on dreams,
on figurative means,
on living beyond our means,
Fear of failure, of loss, regret
drive u..
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I am a barcode
sitting on a shelf built of broken dreams
side by side with the whitewashed cream
and the broken peas crusted green
all waiting to ..
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On a windblown day,
the shifting veil of darkness
black strands fly across the sky
revealing the sleeping beast
underneath the shell.
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Paper barriers, surround me
Confounding sentences deter me
from sleep and all that is good,
Essay due Friday? Midterm Tuesday?
Never before has th..
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On how words heal and hurt, often at the same time. On how to hide our pain we block our ears and the only way to heal is to rip apart the bandages a..
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Swirling before our eyes
As whirls and eddies form
Pools of thoughts
Embedded in its substratum, never
To surface past a certain height
Not tall ..
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