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schriftsteller

Published: Jan 28, 2013

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Fission

We are reckless & resolute— trying to gain our footing on ground that never stops its shifting. I tumble & curse you you falter & deny every part of me— the landscape is unforgiving but we each take the role of apologist & absolver. The cracks & faces try to dislocate us but you are there to pull me away from ledges with only your pinkie finger necessary & I am there with my entire body to be the strength under your shoulder that keeps you from falling & shattering into thousands of different mirrored pieces.

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What Makes A Good End

What Makes A Good End Two old shoes flaking mud on the kitchen floor. A handful of peaches growing wise on the rack. I will have just set down the knife and stepped from that room into this one, where the light is a good deal better. The back wall of the house, still unpatched, will want paint, but I will be crunching almonds, having set aside something I was not quite ready to take on – a moment longer. My head turning to the windows, looking out back – two weak boards complaining over every brush of wind. The sound will remind me of how some leaves are neither green nor red this time of year. The paper will fall ope

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Not For Me, For You

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She Dances With Fire

She dances with fire, a dragon in tow. Twirling with flames; graceful and slow She dances tonight, in a city of ash. Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash. Quietly mourning, as time goes by; Where once she beheld a home in her eyes... Yet naught but the barest of bones remain, And so she dances, to soothe the pain.

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Desire

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If I had known that it was our last kiss, I would have inhaled you deeper within me. If I had known that it was our last kiss, I would have seared your taste onto my tongue. If I had known it was our last kiss, I would have scorched your scent into my skin. ... If I had known, I would have frozen time ...

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_{this is only
my second attempt
at an overtly sexual poem
so,
i know it's not amazing.

used Alyssa's prompt
"seven deadly sins"
(this is lust, obviously--
i am so creative...)

want to see the process
of how this poem
became itself?

go here: [link]}

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