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At this time, at this place
by punksense
25 lines, 3 comments,
on Jan 6 1:12 PM
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I haven’t had much to write lately
Probably because I haven’t had much to feel lately
by punksense
23 lines, 2 comments,
on Dec 31 1:26 AM 2008
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This is the calm before the storm.
I acknowledge that it can
by punksense
24 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 21 10:22 PM 2008
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Deranged thoughts of black and white
One definition of right and wrong
by punksense
18 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 2 11:14 PM 2008
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Resistance against disposal:
Irony of the autumn leaves,
by punksense
24 lines,
on Jul 2 11:12 PM 2008
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Transition into distressful uncertainty,
when mortal midnight insecurities rule.
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Oh, it’s not like that,
Don’t me make think it matters.
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Daily medical progression cinches my radioactive body.
“Genius” doctors fumble around sophisticatedly during
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Fresh Bread, your seduction is far from rape.
I freely yield upon tasting
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Hope is a flatterer and an internal parasite.
It rots the soul compliment by compliment,
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You are the worm, and I am the apple.
You eat me out of life from the inside out.
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Does it make you frighteningly sick
when platelets furiously clot,
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Have you ever gone to
the other side
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O, Doughnut, thy odor is endearing,
and thy glazed body is compelling,
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ding-dong ditched at 8 A.M.
dazed eyes open to
by punksense
12 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 20 7:39 PM 2007
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All I can remember is putting my hands on the toilet,
head bent over, almost vomiting my insides out,
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I’m sickened by your hovering,
by your disappointment in the no-go open heart.
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Supersoaker hours are over,
we picked the last four-leaf clover.
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Caught! You’ve got me, now what?
Take away the Yoda wristband
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Shell shocked by age five,
maybe even younger,
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The water bottle’s transparency hides nothing and everything.
Don’t pretend you aren’t judging it already.
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He buries his head in my hair,
inhales and exhales, in despair.
by punksense
21 lines, 4 comments,
on Aug 25 10:44 PM 2006. In Love
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Clementine’s Prologue:
Let me bring to your attention
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Children are so fond of such a tale
As of Cinderella and her Prince Charming.
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A child's game
of hide-and-go seek
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Caught up in the MEDIA!
Boys! That's who.
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“Try again” bottle caps
Befriend supersaturated
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I shield my eyes against
The broken porcelain doll who's
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Meandering streets of New York City,
Hand in hand with wooden crates,
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Misty air hovers
Placid lake tides lull slumber
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Faint rumblings travel further into the distance,
And the calm creeps in after the storm.
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