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I’d dream red. If I could paint the walls with vibrant redemption of a past wrong – wrong on all accounts.
by Decae
14 lines, 1 comment,
on Dec 8 2:50 PM 2008
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Once life existed here.
The river flowed.
by Decae
21 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 14 3:53 PM 2008
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Beneath the umbrella stood the fanatics.
Waving their placards made of paper,
by Decae
26 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 23 10:58 PM 2007
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When they say walk
Someone gets slaughtered
by Decae
26 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 24 12:05 AM 2007
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But the mirror held me / in a sway of determination / while my feet / felt light and moved on. / That last glance / as I felt the door nudge open / would have been whimsical / had I not been terrified.
by Decae
27 lines, 1 comment,
on May 16 10:51 AM 2007. In Thoughts
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The picture frame is backwards on the window sill.
We sat in the rain, under the steepled umbrellas.
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So if the huddled masses
streaming by her
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If it were so
I’d hold open the flower -
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What if, instead of being left alive
after we cried, we died?
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It keeps me in check
like a boss on the line
by Decae
26 lines, 3 comments,
on Feb 4 11:34 PM 2006. In Adult
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Turgid roots rummage across the ground
as I force my tired feet forward
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Boston creampie and I,
we said hello and goodbye.
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It was an edgy walk, but pleasing
in the way your riveting voice
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The bridge met with ice and snow
covered like a tomb, the flock shuffling off.
by Decae
26 lines, 1 comment,
on Jan 4 11:11 AM 2006. In Personal
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Churned butter beneath
helicopter blades whipping
by Decae
19 lines, 3 comments,
on Dec 26 8:56 PM 2005. In Personal
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I heard the beautiful strain in her voice.
Melting to my place in heaven, I could taste it all.
by Decae
31 lines, 1 comment,
on Dec 14 7:59 AM 2005. In Love
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Stavans wrote this about Octavio Paz:
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Forward:
In a time of great need, of great sorrow, and of even a greater failure on the parts of man, there were men and women who stood up and made their vo
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Our JukeBox played and lit
the room.
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Mother Sheehan,
head home.
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Under a palm we'd sway -
with lithe graceful hands
by Decae
21 lines, 4 comments,
on Nov 20 8:53 PM 2005. In Love
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Her little boots crunched the snow.
A laugh, mirth mixed with crystal air rang true.
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I'm sitting here quietly.
And I just don't sit quietly
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I was poised for it
my finger taught
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Frugal in love
children spend more in seconds
by Decae
13 lines, 1 comment,
on Nov 16 8:40 AM 2005. In Angst
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Both lips touched mine
and the warm sunny
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You arch your elegant neck
breath on your lips
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Spells like stars, shine so brightly that they fade... fade into the distance as we wander and linger and hope and falter.
With each waking moment I worship
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Queen, mother, murdered whore
Titles, like flowers, plucked in need
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Spotted crest of heaven
do not bend upon me as a vulture
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Paint my nipples, red, pink
and textured darker still.
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If Baxter would come in
then I could finish and
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If you cry and I hear it
the last tear drop dry
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Do you feel that for me?
Like a virus tainting us both.
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