Prose poems written by me.
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I. I'm tired of resorting to crude metaphors to say that I love you. I can draw butterflies and flowers; sing stupid love songs, and never end up making my point clear. I can compare you to the evening star; I can compare yo8 lines, 12 comments, on Sep 21 7:03 AM 2008
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Red rests heavy on my epidermis, slowly aging memories of pitch days, so devoid of any hue that my body had to oblige with its precious garnet.8 lines, on Aug 13 6:32 PM
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11 lines, 12 comments, on Oct 5 6:21 PM
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9 lines, 10 comments, on Oct 8 12:19 PM
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We painted angels in the sand, tracing concentric halos guilty of outward refraction; prismatic phariseeism devoid of Heaven's functional w25 lines, 9 comments, on Oct 14 3:59 PM
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Caught in the tidal struggle between sun and moon, she tapped a scherzo with her toenails while making wishes to Jesus and the Mother Godde7 lines, 4 comments, on Oct 15 11:38 AM
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I tried silent diplomacy; but grinding my edges and beating my chest into a muddy welcome mat simply didn't satisfy. I left my Bible wrappe15 lines, 6 comments, on Oct 20 4:53 PM
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11 lines, 5 comments, on Oct 20 5:54 PM. In read @ your risk.
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Strike me in solitude with half-crescent chords, as I breathe for another sun; just one more. Unable to abide by black-rose dreams and blee7 lines, 9 comments, on Oct 31 12:36 PM
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I would brush you in opiate chords of dawn's early light; and harmonize hymns on a holy harpsichord, if it would make even a fraction of an11 lines, 7 comments, on Nov 4 11:37 AM
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"for I believe with all my heart that Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot heal"---Al Gore, Columbine Memorial Address
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Survey the halls in medias res, as the world slows to a trickle of frames per second; but I am full speed, faster than the world for once,11 lines, 7 comments, on Nov 12 1:18 PM
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Suddenly, the photograph of the world inverted, making blacks white and fires blue. Insanity reigns; since when did I need her folded in my arms to feel my pulse? I live on her joie-de-vivre now, counting on her bandaged soul9 lines, 7 comments, on Nov 16 2:24 PM
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4 lines, 21 comments, on Nov 16 4:47 PM
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Tonight, I am not a poet, but a punchdrunk fool watching movies late into the night, dreaming of a cheering stadium, knowing that happy eve4 lines, 2 comments, on Nov 23 10:23 AM
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I wonder what it's like to share dinner and chardonnay kisses when the person reflected in her crystalline eyes is slender and seductive as a candlestick.5 lines, on Nov 23 11:21 AM
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11 lines, 18 comments, on Nov 24 11:27 AM
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you are the root of negative one, a cuddly little little 'ι' that would compute into the algebraic logic of my existance, a little ιmagination to counterbalance the staid existence of each heartbeat.5 lines, on Nov 24 1:29 PM
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4 lines, 8 comments, on Nov 24 4:39 PM
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9 lines, 3 comments, on Nov 29 3:06 AM
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Trace her heart with scissors; she's flat as cardboard. A micrometer over size zero; she weeps over lost beauty and diminished life; tears dripping upon gold cotton and polyester; alchemical cloths worth more than Christ's14 lines, 12 comments, on Nov 30 2:02 PM
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