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Dreams yielded to a bend I cannot comprehend Standing stagnant, can’t move on, can’t stay here
by zola
26 lines, 6 comments,
on Aug 21 4:11 AM
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Here is my testament of a woman lost,
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Tiny adhesions scar my heart to sleep I try to wake, but my constricted capillaries cheat my strength.
by zola
15 lines,
on Apr 21 2:48 AM
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I keep believing you yearn to be with me
by zola
29 lines,
on Apr 21 2:44 AM
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What is this unfamiliar place
I entered?
by zola
35 lines,
on Nov 11 4:59 AM 2008
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I dive deep for the girl I sent to sleep years ago
by zola
39 lines,
on Nov 5 3:49 AM 2008
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Remain sleeping awake
by zola
46 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 7 3:49 AM 2008
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You came in hard, a train wreck
your words were like knives
by zola
41 lines,
on Sep 3 1:10 AM 2008
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Time fades in and out
perpetually suspended still, silent—
by zola
20 lines,
on Jul 11 6:48 AM 2008
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You know, I could bandage those bullet holes
they're imaged in mine
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Cunning, so cunning. / Blistered drugging / fucking outside / but bruising inside / Numbing diction / pacifying each victim / just to get a glimpse of her / innards--dissected and displa
by zola
52 lines, 1 comment,
on Apr 25 2:09 AM 2007
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Spirit broken br
by zola
30 lines, 5 comments,
on Nov 29 2:18 AM 2006
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Inspiration,
it awakened a rush of
by zola
44 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 8 6:27 PM 2006. In Society
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Love siphons her mind,
a stealthy thief
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Withered transcendence,
she pities their toxic quest for
by zola
16 lines, 3 comments,
on Jun 20 3:53 AM 2006. In Angst
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My skin is tight with treason tonight.
Your unfurling glances tearing at my sight,
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A wonder!
Why do faces fade from sight?
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Tree standing on concrete,
brought nature into well calculated space
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Every part of me aches,
jolting, billowing
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One more jump!
And ten o’clock reaches me,
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Are we supposed to decipher absolutely everything
does everything have hidden messages, meanings—
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Cross meets Crescent and Collides!
What freedom reigns?
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He tells her to write brief
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Numb and brain buzzing,
shuddering in my incubated purging
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A shot rang clear
as the casualty of herself
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Bloodlines
running too deep
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Expelling blood
dripping myself onto
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This poet's hiatus
has begun.
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Blue morning
and one step more
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The touch--embrace
a sculpture,
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Joined.
Wanting more (always)
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Shapes of right angles
corners sharp
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