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An umbilical cord wrapped around the truth speaks volumes- leaks volumes-
by HoldMe
11 lines,
on Nov 25 5:58 PM
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Cast off like a plastic bag mimicking a tumble weed I harken to leaves like feet against concrete-
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I am a plastic bag carried on a stray wind down
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I am a breath, held in until the lungs burn
and blackness creeps in, like the pits of Hell,
by HoldMe
5 lines, 4 comments,
on Dec 27 6:31 PM 2007
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I
I close my eyes, feel small against
by HoldMe
51 lines, 4 comments,
on Nov 4 5:09 PM 2007
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The line of black umbrellas, a funeral procession
of tight lips, of clicking heels against
by HoldMe
62 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 14 1:29 PM 2007
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Write a letter as I rock out to the mixed tape-
each love song stilted and jaded,
by HoldMe
19 lines, 2 comments,
on Sep 27 8:04 PM 2007
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I’ll be with the pill bottles, the scalpels, the nooses-
if you ever want to find me.
by HoldMe
30 lines, 6 comments,
on Sep 21 6:39 PM 2007
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Twilight smiles at me,
her pearly dentures sunk to the bottom of her water glass.
by HoldMe
29 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 13 5:54 PM 2007
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Condensation builds up on yearning lips.
I lean in, to taste the color of your aura,
by HoldMe
22 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 5 3:19 PM 2007
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Coal black eyes shift
(like the headlights of a car breaking the sound barrier)
by HoldMe
16 lines, 4 comments,
on Aug 23 4:38 PM 2007
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It’s a paper cut that kills her so/
where she hides all the secrets that you’ll never know/
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None of the notes are right,
klaxon-redundant and boisterous as a tsunami eroding
by HoldMe
22 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 10 12:17 PM 2007
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My chemicals are as faulty as
bloodletting, or the wiring of a firefly,
by HoldMe
16 lines, 2 comments,
on Aug 8 9:58 AM 2007
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You hold the stub of a one-way train ticket / between fingers that recently / fondled the lit cigarette. / You’ve put it out beneath your heel, / leaving a scorch-mark on the pavement, / but the smoke still c
by HoldMe
24 lines,
on Jul 24 5:06 PM 2007
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The graphite lead is stuck / in your skin, broken off from when I tried / to draw your heart back on; / the soulless look in your coal-blac
by HoldMe
5 lines,
on Jul 20 2:46 PM 2007
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I live on this bridge of rhythmic / pulsations, split between / major and minor chords. / My heartstring is yearning towards your finger, /
by HoldMe
21 lines, 6 comments,
on Jul 18 12:24 PM 2007
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Passionately you arranged familiar atoms / into unfamiliar structures, / slinging ink with a quill fingertip / to inscribe your wonder upon / the universe, rolled / up like a scroll. / Creation trembles
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She keeps his words stowed safely / in her pocket on a fraying string / Sometimes he adds to them, but she / only tucks them away again, until it / is time for them to be shown
by HoldMe
24 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 16 9:58 AM 2007
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I get the feeling something's missing, as / I resort to another duct-tape fix. Hide / a contusion behind another layer of blush, / but meanwhile / Nothing's changed (except the outside). / No amount of al
by HoldMe
40 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 5 2:58 PM 2007
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Waxen wings and sealing wax, whimsical phrases / I once fondly harkened to. / There is an address to Timbuktu, if you / close your eyes and
by HoldMe
12 lines, 4 comments,
on Jul 2 9:38 PM 2007
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Quillfingertips trace pensive thoughts, / trail a poetic glimpse reminiscent of / gray, fogged glasses / fail to glimpse the star burning /
by HoldMe
18 lines, 5 comments,
on Jul 1 9:18 PM 2007
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A caffeine induced hallucination, / that must be it. Three / hours of surveying the swirling / pattern in the wooden table, and I / spot th
by HoldMe
27 lines, 1 comment,
on Jun 28 2:39 PM 2007
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Hammerfists erase punctuation marks in favor of / acerbicrunons, / the static of bad reception adding a dulcet undertone to / to the screeching wheels of your getaway car. / Fingertips trace the tracks you left behin
by HoldMe
14 lines, 2 comments,
on Jun 9 5:57 PM 2007
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I am held close to you, my skin / being rubbed raw by your granite surface, / trapped as though your statuesque limbs / were truly adhesive
by HoldMe
87 lines, 3 comments,
on Jun 7 7:17 PM 2007
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The same can be said for you as for me- / originality has never existed, merely / different forms of the same ideas repeated / again and ag
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My breath fogs up the window like a moth-wing, / artificial lights interrupting the brief spiral of unrepentant joy. / This is the Autobahn
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The scrapbook is still on the table where you left it, / yellow pages fluttering in an idle breeze / smelling of fresh spring rain and sal
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Synchronized, the pulsation / of hearts in time to / the swinging of the world. / It is a penduluum / swinging back and forth. / I will catch it, and / in a silver current of / words and wishes / freeze t
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It is 3 am and the black sky / overhead resembles a snake, / onyx coils poised to strike. I am / Cleopatra and these pearls will / prove my
by HoldMe
22 lines, 4 comments,
on May 27 11:23 AM 2007
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I am a Las Vegas lie, / oozing insincerity from / every pore. / The 3 am chatter filters / through the vents, the / smell of cigarettes in
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It is 3 am and the black sky / overhead resembles a snake, / onyx coils pouised to strike. I am / Cleopatra and these pearls will / prove m
by HoldMe
17 lines, 4 comments,
on May 21 6:12 PM 2007
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Here's one blue-and-white goodbye, / fluoxetine lullaby, I am sent to sleep by the / whispers of yours song, / "I love you, I love you, I l
by HoldMe
29 lines, 2 comments,
on May 19 2:26 PM 2007
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There are holes burnt in me, / like a cigarette was pressed against / some flimsy fabric. That fabric is me. / Oh bleeding heart! You see,
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[Hm...another piece I'm still not fully satisfied with...like grrrrrr...] / I am the onion peelings, lying unraveled on / your smooth, unbl
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