Submissions by patrickbirdener (Patrick Birdener)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hmmmmmmmm...
small paranoia
sometimes when the wind kicks a leaf
along the sidewalk, scraping the concrete,
chasing me,
i must turn to see it isn’t some animal
coming to maul me.
along the sidewalk, scraping the concrete,
chasing me,
i must turn to see it isn’t some animal
coming to maul me.
627 reads
13 Comments
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i lived my little dreams to death.
i keep wearing out their ghosts.
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i keep wearing out their ghosts.
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794 reads
6 Comments
pff.
oh my,
i've lost another song to sing.
i've lost another song to sing.
712 reads
1 Comment
Hmm?
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famous hollywood
sandals
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famous hollywood
sandals
598 reads
4 Comments
let's see...
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what?
oh, wrong room...
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what?
oh, wrong room...
841 reads
2 Comments
great stuff
i’m just
throwing my bone,
and watching the wind bring it back.
who’s head has my shit landed on today?
who said they were haunted?
inspired?
amused?
hey, i can make a thousand audiences laugh with one joke
if no one talks about it.
throwing my bone,
and watching the wind bring it back.
who’s head has my shit landed on today?
who said they were haunted?
inspired?
amused?
hey, i can make a thousand audiences laugh with one joke
if no one talks about it.
589 reads
4 Comments
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i know that life is nothing
but death
in less offensive clothing.
i know that all you want to do
is watch it undress.
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i know that life is nothing
but death
in less offensive clothing.
i know that all you want to do
is watch it undress.
735 reads
6 Comments
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608 reads
2 Comments
miscellaneous poem
maybe i’m growing more naïve every year
since i wandered off.
maybe you’re stuck.
since i wandered off.
maybe you’re stuck.
640 reads
2 Comments
a
dream that keeps the dead awake
681 reads
2 Comments
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the sound of her voice is
things being buried
on top of me.
things being buried
on top of me.
697 reads
2 Comments
Shoulder. Shrug. 13
maybe if i show you a blank page
you’ll write one of these poems on it.
you’ll show it to me, want my opinion,
and i’ll tell you over raw onion.
you’ll write one of these poems on it.
you’ll show it to me, want my opinion,
and i’ll tell you over raw onion.
769 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by patrickbirdener (Patrick Birdener)