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Dissonance
Your incontinence, it speaks to me
drinks to me
Here's to misery
And down it goes, like liquid fire
the liquid desires of desires' liars
loss of innocence, it screams at me
Here's two to listening
And down it goes, like stabbing pins
Digging deep into the flesh like lovers' sins
Treasonous differences, they cling to me
Here's three to agony
And down it goes, like arsenic lemonade
looking back tartly on the lemony death it made.
Litany, promise to keep me in memory
Take in one more as you take in the death of me.
Here's four to death.
And down it goes, like the softest downy whisper of a lullaby,
The last crystal notes of a downy whisper life.
Your incontinence, it speaks to me
drinks to me
Here's to misery
And down it goes, like liquid fire
the liquid desires of desires' liars
loss of innocence, it screams at me
Here's two to listening
And down it goes, like stabbing pins
Digging deep into the flesh like lovers' sins
Treasonous differences, they cling to me
Here's three to agony
And down it goes, like arsenic lemonade
looking back tartly on the lemony death it made.
Litany, promise to keep me in memory
Take in one more as you take in the death of me.
Here's four to death.
And down it goes, like the softest downy whisper of a lullaby,
The last crystal notes of a downy whisper life.
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Truth is
I wanted to be
more myself
but you wanted to be
more
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Glass Heart
Scattered around her feet
are shattered dreams
Like broken glass,
shiny and sharp.
Be careful not to stray too far
or you'll hurt yourself.
She can see so far
but nowhere she can go.
Don't want to bleed out
more pieces of yourself.
Scattered around her feet
are shattered dreams
Like broken glass,
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coffeehouse collision
coffeehouse collision
I was flipping through fluttering pages of prose,
waiting for the downpour I could smell on the breeze.
I sat savoring the sweet smell of nearby fireplaces,
swiping at fly away hair, caught up in the inconstant wind of Autumn,
waiting, patiently, on that cold park bench.
I was watching scenery pass, vague and blurry,
through rain-streaked, fog-smeared windows,
swaying to the incalculable rhythm of the bus.
I watched people pass unconcernedly by.
I was running down sidewalks,
clutching coat and umbrella close to me,
splashing with abandon as I galloped through the downpour.
I ran, not once looking acro
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Something I wrote at three in the morning. I'm happy with this piece. 
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Wow. I remember fav'ing this a long time ago but I just saw this as it came up in the random faves displayed on my page, so I clicked on it because it seemed really odd I would have a poem in my faves but it was no fluke and I'm really glad this came up again so I could read this. SUCH AN AMAZING WORK! I am truly captivated and memorized. Could I ask a favor? Could you read something I wrote and tell me what you think of it? I feel like they might share some qualities. Same overtone or something. Anyways I'm really curious to know what you'd think and I'd really appreciate it. Outstanding poem, again.
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