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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
she
she had red hair
and gray blue eyes
porcelain skin
and a beautiful cry
she was five foot two
and didn't paint her nails
when the wind blew
her dresses looked like sails
I remember almost every
thing about her from my perspective
her lipstick was called poison berries
and she loved to be alive
she had two cats
she didn't call pets
she always hated
what that word meant
she loved to walk
she sold her car
she loved to talk
about who we are
she had a temper ...
and gray blue eyes
porcelain skin
and a beautiful cry
she was five foot two
and didn't paint her nails
when the wind blew
her dresses looked like sails
I remember almost every
thing about her from my perspective
her lipstick was called poison berries
and she loved to be alive
she had two cats
she didn't call pets
she always hated
what that word meant
she loved to walk
she sold her car
she loved to talk
about who we are
she had a temper ...
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sowhatif
so what if
i dont comb my hair everyday
i dont have to listen to what you say
so what if
you say i got bad breath
you got crooked teeth
so what if
i dont think anything really matters
when i'm complimented i'm hardly flattered
so what if
tomorrow i woke up and changed my mind
about everything because i do all the time
so what if
i dont comb my hair everyday
i dont have to listen to what you say
so what if
you say i got bad breath
you got crooked teeth
so what if
i dont think anything really matters
when i'm complimented i'm hardly flattered
so what if
tomorrow i woke up and changed my mind
about everything because i do all the time
so what if
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liquor letter
wasted paper
in the trash
with cigarette butts
mixed with ash
wasted paper
soaks up water
floating next to
a four leaf clover
wasted paper
in my drawer
over things
I want to cover
wasted paper
around my gum
that far too quickly
lost its flavor
wasted paper
in a fire
as she drank beer
when they got higher
wasted paper
as my love letter
intended to her
written after
I drank far
too much liquor
in the trash
with cigarette butts
mixed with ash
wasted paper
soaks up water
floating next to
a four leaf clover
wasted paper
in my drawer
over things
I want to cover
wasted paper
around my gum
that far too quickly
lost its flavor
wasted paper
in a fire
as she drank beer
when they got higher
wasted paper
as my love letter
intended to her
written after
I drank far
too much liquor
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great creator
the great creator
is not rich or poor
it's the women we call whores
it's the time spent doing chores
it's the smell of the flowers
it's not assigned to one savior
it's the spectrum of colors
the great creator
of all that is pure
is not a him or her
it takes turns
goin' round in circles
since before we thought of a wheel
since before we thought things were real
the great creator
doesn't knock at the door
it passes through like air
between the atoms of your hair
it's the sound of cloths when they tear
and the...
is not rich or poor
it's the women we call whores
it's the time spent doing chores
it's the smell of the flowers
it's not assigned to one savior
it's the spectrum of colors
the great creator
of all that is pure
is not a him or her
it takes turns
goin' round in circles
since before we thought of a wheel
since before we thought things were real
the great creator
doesn't knock at the door
it passes through like air
between the atoms of your hair
it's the sound of cloths when they tear
and the...
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thoughts up a sleave
that's naļve
to still believe in love
that's naļve
to believe in god above
that's naļve
to be a beggars' giver
that's naļve
to favorite only summer
that's naļve
to write what only rhymes
that's naļve
to tear someone down all the time
that's naļve
to sit and mope about life
that's naļve
to want to be a house wife
that's naļve
to think we'll stop all the wars
that's naļve
to think none of this was said before
that's naļve
but it's an opinion
it's one that's constantly
changing
that's naļve...
to still believe in love
that's naļve
to believe in god above
that's naļve
to be a beggars' giver
that's naļve
to favorite only summer
that's naļve
to write what only rhymes
that's naļve
to tear someone down all the time
that's naļve
to sit and mope about life
that's naļve
to want to be a house wife
that's naļve
to think we'll stop all the wars
that's naļve
to think none of this was said before
that's naļve
but it's an opinion
it's one that's constantly
changing
that's naļve...
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bigoobs
it was night in the village
i was with some friends
i barely see anymore
it suddenly started storming
we didn't realize the severity of it
someone got caught in the wind
a second earlier i never thought
i wouldn't see that person again
we had to get over it
if we wanted a chance to make it
and so we tried to make it home
but knew we couldn't
and went to seek shelter in a store
until the storm passed over
i was with some friends
i barely see anymore
it suddenly started storming
we didn't realize the severity of it
someone got caught in the wind
a second earlier i never thought
i wouldn't see that person again
we had to get over it
if we wanted a chance to make it
and so we tried to make it home
but knew we couldn't
and went to seek shelter in a store
until the storm passed over
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eco
this economy isn't working for me
i'm working countless hours
for worthless money
to pay bills giving others power
and that's how it goes
but what if it failed
sure it would suck
we'd might have no electricity
and be lucky if we had running water
because businesses would probably collapse soon afterwards
then people would have to barter for goods
trading necklaces for canned food
but that might be considered too leisurely a trade
so perhaps it would be canned beans for some canned peaches
or better yet some water
but I think maybe...
i'm working countless hours
for worthless money
to pay bills giving others power
and that's how it goes
but what if it failed
sure it would suck
we'd might have no electricity
and be lucky if we had running water
because businesses would probably collapse soon afterwards
then people would have to barter for goods
trading necklaces for canned food
but that might be considered too leisurely a trade
so perhaps it would be canned beans for some canned peaches
or better yet some water
but I think maybe...
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bonfire
its may but the night was cold
and when we got there it seemed
a little awkward(at least to me)
around the fire no one talked
until people got a little drunk
then someone said can you believe it
its a minute before midnight
and we're all completely fucked
a few voices said speak for yourself
the bonfire died down and the ashes
littered the ground and the winds
re-ignited the flames and I forgot a lot of people's
names and it was a good time for a while
until people got so drunk they were tired
then no one spoke again
I wondered if...
and when we got there it seemed
a little awkward(at least to me)
around the fire no one talked
until people got a little drunk
then someone said can you believe it
its a minute before midnight
and we're all completely fucked
a few voices said speak for yourself
the bonfire died down and the ashes
littered the ground and the winds
re-ignited the flames and I forgot a lot of people's
names and it was a good time for a while
until people got so drunk they were tired
then no one spoke again
I wondered if...
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today's the day
today's the day i'm letting go
of everything i've ever known
today's the day i'll speak my mind
in a voice like sounds of warm wind chimes
today's the day i walk the line
i've walked it countless other times
today's the day i listen closely
as every sound becomes a part of me
today's the day i'm gonna breath
and thank the air, my faithful wife
today's the day i'm gonna see
the dust that dances in the breeze
today's the day i'm gonna be
like leaves falling gracefully
today's the day i'll thank...
of everything i've ever known
today's the day i'll speak my mind
in a voice like sounds of warm wind chimes
today's the day i walk the line
i've walked it countless other times
today's the day i listen closely
as every sound becomes a part of me
today's the day i'm gonna breath
and thank the air, my faithful wife
today's the day i'm gonna see
the dust that dances in the breeze
today's the day i'm gonna be
like leaves falling gracefully
today's the day i'll thank...
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a poem that's a song
i
watch you everyday
and you walk away
if you ever say hi
to me i might
blush
just from receiving
a look from your eyes
if i said hi to you
i wonder what you'd do
i
dont even know your name
but that's fine because
your too beautiful
for one to three words to claim
do
you even see me?
and if you do do think i'm being creepy?
i
think this crush should keep its distance
and i know this song might be a little too much
but you'll never know its for you ...
watch you everyday
and you walk away
if you ever say hi
to me i might
blush
just from receiving
a look from your eyes
if i said hi to you
i wonder what you'd do
i
dont even know your name
but that's fine because
your too beautiful
for one to three words to claim
do
you even see me?
and if you do do think i'm being creepy?
i
think this crush should keep its distance
and i know this song might be a little too much
but you'll never know its for you ...
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cat, wife, kid
he found that his baby took potatoes and put them in his shoes
he put the shoes on a closet rack and the taters in a basket on a kitchen table
then he laughed
his dog took his socks and tore them to pieces
the thing was still a puppy which didn't know better and loved to eat its own shit
he only loved it more
outside the rain was coming down hard on the back deck
he decided to take the house cat for a walk in his arms ...
he put the shoes on a closet rack and the taters in a basket on a kitchen table
then he laughed
his dog took his socks and tore them to pieces
the thing was still a puppy which didn't know better and loved to eat its own shit
he only loved it more
outside the rain was coming down hard on the back deck
he decided to take the house cat for a walk in his arms ...
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time goes slow without you
was walkin round my house one morn
tryin to think but I was too bored
its happened countless times before
like playin music without a chord
or not buying anything at the store
just wish I could push fast forward
to a time I might like more
baby just come over
was eatin in another room
tryin not to look at my phone
my tv had on old cartoons
dropped my ice cream cone
when I noticed it was ten past noon
then felt an ach in my bones
please just get here soon
so I don't have to be alone
tryin to think but I was too bored
its happened countless times before
like playin music without a chord
or not buying anything at the store
just wish I could push fast forward
to a time I might like more
baby just come over
was eatin in another room
tryin not to look at my phone
my tv had on old cartoons
dropped my ice cream cone
when I noticed it was ten past noon
then felt an ach in my bones
please just get here soon
so I don't have to be alone
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