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Got my dad in the mail today. Sure, he's a robot, but at least he's not gay.
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So... why the hell aren't you here holding me?
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"Should" is a mean little king in a mean little kingdom
by BlueNote27
6 lines, 2 comments,
on Aug 6 7:52 PM
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Last night, I had a dream
where I just said screw it,
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You would think that adults would be better dreamers,
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Do not mourn a moment passed, for only gone is when it lasts.
by BlueNote27
3 lines, 1 comment,
on Jun 6 8:09 PM
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Let me never forget my head on his chest
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Standing on the brink of this next golden summer,
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If making the 8:00 a.m. train (when I pulled into the parking lot at 7:55)
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It was during the morning commute, listening to the voice of my invisible copilot,
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If dreams are the Shoemaker's Elves, bringing us tiny magics while we sleep,
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When will we realize that we all belong to Love?
by BlueNote27
18 lines, 1 comment,
on Jan 15 10:44 AM
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Will you snow with me? Too many people I know fall in love,
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I hear you whisper, “Love is fleeting,”
between each desperate breath you take.
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My first confession, I had one great sin- fighting with my sister. I was eight,
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by BlueNote27
67 lines, 2 comments,
on Dec 6 6:39 PM 2008
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Life goes on, come what may.
Peace is just a state of mind,
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Someone better shake this snowglobe world of mine
I’m so tired of sleeping, so sick of “Feeling fine.”
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I have 38 minutes to gather up the courage
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That last Once we shared, now threadbare-
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I stepped into the church that is my bathroom this morning as per my daily ritual,
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What gift do you give a poet?
You cannot give the gift of inspiration,
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The voice on NPR told me this quote from Rimbaud:
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These lines will rhyme, I'm sad to say, as time after time, this has always been the way
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It seems to me that at different points in life, we all need some anagramming.
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When dressing to impress, it's important to look conveniently sexy.... not sexually convenient.
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The breeze pulled itself together With a wheeze
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We said we both loved the date, 08. 04. 08.
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You will not read it on my skin,
My tragic, grievous unseen sin.
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New photo albums
my display case of cliché
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Observation of the day:
You never see a hitchhiker
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Today, when driving by the Back Bay,
I saw a jogger
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I asked him where his new poem was
As if it was something that needed to be found,
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I never doubted that you were a gift,
I just didn’t know what to make of you.
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