Tag: creative
group name: freedominpoetry
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June 20, 2007 02:14 AM EDT --
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September 03, 2007 02:29 PM EDT --
You degraded me
with homogeneous mixtures—
too much androgen cheese
was added to testosterone burgers
and I was ostracized,
cut from society’s happy meals
and thrown into waste bins.
Value . . . more
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June 26, 2008 11:25 PM EDT --
I try you on in the store
the way I would try on
an expensive leather coat or
a pair of high heeled boots,
mulling over the decision
in front of a mirror
and the sales lady,
wondering . . . more
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February 28, 2007 08:43 PM EST --
I wrote poems across the silver of your headstone,
knowing your bones were beneath my knees.
I was trying to concentrate on happy memories,
but all I could see was the “R.I.P.”
And I . . . more
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July 26, 2007 01:42 PM EDT --
If you were here right now,
standing right in front of me,
I would kiss you.
I would plant one on you
that would steal your breath
as it burned into your memory.
Lip to lip, and hip to hip,
my arms would . . . more
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July 13, 2007 01:24 AM EDT --
You say my eyes are pools that you can get lost in,
deep as an ocean with windows directly to my soul.
You could stare into them forever, or so you claim,
with your clichéd advances that seem to . . . more
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July 29, 2007 01:48 PM EDT --
We've come to the end
of a beautiful relationship;
right now, I just want you to know
the fact that it is ending
takes nothing away from its beauty
and its very special meaning to me.
I've loved . . . more
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August 27, 2008 05:30 PM EDT --
My dreams spilled
like the last few drops
of red wine in the glass,
spreading across a
white linen table cloth.
I don't know whether
to be disappointed
in the loss of flavor . . . more
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July 17, 2008 10:25 PM EDT --
dead center summer,
she walked through fields
with eyes cast down
trying not to step
on last minute crickets
or fluttery moths.
it was mid-July,
with dry heat sun-baking
mud on . . . more
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July 31, 2007 01:49 PM EDT --
Skeletons and lost love,
it's all just a part of the day.
The tears won't dry up,
they never choose to fade.
I freeze in front of the mirror.
My face looks older day by day.
My reflection . . . more
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August 21, 2007 12:03 PM EDT --
Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can't "try" to do things. You simply "must" . . . more
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September 16, 2007 01:14 PM EDT --
Grab angst by its crinkled throat and take it in,
dissolve it, chew on its bones
and maybe it will disappear
for reader and writer.
Take sinewy, sultry lines,
and dance with them
until your midnight . . . more
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October 28, 2007 05:25 PM EDT --
The future is about diversity in community.
The future is now, and onward, not some hazy distant idea.
The future is in how we learn to work out solutions to what ails us
that we may live . . . more
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May 13, 2008 08:06 PM EDT --
Grapefruit sliced in two
takes sweet revenge against me;
squirts juice in my eye.
more
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August 29, 2007 10:33 PM EDT --
Tears falling
in an ocean of blue ink.
I'm drowning in my head.
Arms flailing,
splashing words on these pages,
but nothing I have said.
Pulled under,
submerged in my confusion.
I'm breathing . . . more
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September 07, 2007 09:41 PM EDT --
In death's dream, hollow
spiders wove webs of memories-
intricate patterns of life and death
between birth and undefined lives
written across misery's blind, blank eye.
Life is found in divinity . . . more
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September 29, 2007 11:22 AM EDT --
Heaven rests in your eyes,
while grace is in your touch.
You love every inch of them,
and covet just as much.
To be loyal and submissive
is to love you,
every kiss laced with a promise,
every gesture . . . more
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October 05, 2007 10:45 AM EDT --
I sat in the dark
eating stale cereal
from a Tupperware container
with a fork
because every other dish
in the house was dirty.
And I don't even like cereal.
Fathom . . . more
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November 24, 2007 03:30 PM EST --
She needed damaged dreams
to be repaired, so crane prayers
lifted metal spirits higher
until the storm slammed
into downtown events
as below, on Thirteenth Avenue,
due to rush hour traffic,
. . . more
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May 21, 2008 06:19 PM EDT --
Lilacs
fill the cool air
with the sweet smell of love,
reminding me of great grandma's
tight hugs.
more
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