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You carry a two-toned reputation,
reminding me of cherry popsicle summers,
when I stained my lips in mimicry
of the same lipstick shade I'd wear
when bending towards a mirror
in the hopes of leaving my mark on the cheek
of some man whose name I might not remember.
reminding me of cherry popsicle summers,
when I stained my lips in mimicry
of the same lipstick shade I'd wear
when bending towards a mirror
in the hopes of leaving my mark on the cheek
of some man whose name I might not remember.
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if you have ghosts (you have everything)
my hands were blue and so was i
and i had everything:
a christmas tree
a guitar tuned by humidity
a dark library underneath my pillow
and a voice whose words jerk, jut
and stab quietly into one another
so i may never understand;
it was two AM, dawn of a decade
and here a ghost has me motionless in 1933.
--
i never met my grandfather till today--
he dies in 1975
and in 2020 he is born
at the bottom of a drawer in the kitchen,
his coffin and crib:
he is swaddled in moth-eaten dishtowels by a nameless undertaker
(or perhaps an autophagic author himself);
his crib and coffin:
he is buried a lifetime
(deaf to my cacophonous lifetime et ceter
Literature
grow
To the dandelion,
In this part of the world,
the heart of July is frigid.
Frost renders the clay-earth firm as concrete
while gusts from the snowies
raze any hope of warmth.
Things do not thrive here,
yet this is where fate cast your seed
and you, unwillingly, grew your roots,
and became mangled
by what should have nurtured.
But spoiler alert:
survival is no pretty thing.
You are no spring tulip,
no summer orchid,
no autumn rose.
Though it shames you now,
the day will come
where you are proud
of having grown
out of a crack in pavement.
Literature
Price of Too Much Self-confidence (Six Word Story)
Thinking he would win, he lost.
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Colors of Poetry Project! Red has a mixed reputation for me. It's both innocent and lusty at the same time.
This is actually the last poem in the prompt, as I started with Purple so that my gallery would be in order, haha. Is that pathetic or what? XD
This is actually the last poem in the prompt, as I started with Purple so that my gallery would be in order, haha. Is that pathetic or what? XDComments13
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