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I looked to you today Two words, you said to me I thought over them

A few times or two You know, I never would Belong to anyone

But I belong with you, And you said "trust me"

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Skittle on the road

2019/03/28 Thurs.

I was waiting on the curb

The light still wasn’t green

And then I looked at the ground

A skittle

I tried to crush the green skittle on the tenji blocks beneath my feet

But the light turned green. goodbye

Skittle

#I decided it's poetry if it has skittles #skittles #poetry #thepoemproject #mine

Shining

You, standing, you are in full metal armour Like Channing Tatum of my pavement You shift in the most teutonic of ways So bright in the wane sunlight.

You, turning, you are careworn Sunk in the forever rage of the sea And doughty in your idée fixe Though you are gentle with me.

You, smiling, you are perfect So splendid and richly formed Perseus holding the head of my demons They have never met one like you.

And I am waiting here Staring out my window Cold, Tired, Waiting for the night to come rescue me.

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Pink Floss

Her eyes were brittle - they shone Hard and candy in the sunlight And her teeth were white That is all I know.

Her hair it used to be Bright and pink and nettle And her head was round That is all I know.

I devoured her tongue and that was sweet Sharp and acid on my lip And her charm was smooth. Little did I know

She only loved me for my kiss.

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Fire (4/4 Elements)

Buzz. The first thing I feel is your cigarette tip, which I stole from your lips, on my finger.

It wreathes your tongue in smoke silver and feline as you draw my finger in. Your eyes are glimmering. Hot.

The warm wet heat of your mouth wrapped around each digit sliding down my nail until they hit. bottom.

breathe hh

oh,

fire.

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The Perfect Date

I sat down on the train station bench. The train station wasn't very big In fact, it was quite small - just Three seats right here and three seats there I was waiting for someone important I had my backpack, and my new red kicks.

We walked together to the bus, my Blue eyes looking into her white smile Her green bomber jacket, my blue varsity jacket Settled over her soft shoulders And my cross-necklace swinging on my chest. The weather was somewhat cloudy and grey.

We bussed to the museum. It was maybe then When I realized, I offered her gum And she took it. She took my hand in hers I thought that was very important. Later, I walked her home to the bus stop. Her hair was marzipan and mint

And my mama told me First dates Are perfect

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Lemons

I wrote this in a challenge to "Write a three-line poem about lemons without using the following words: lemon, yellow, round, fruit, citrus, tart, juicy, peel, and sour."

You are the drunk father at a ballet recital, Who falls off the stage after shaking everyone's hands. You are the body that brightens my life.

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The DJ

You’ve got your disks ready, your tracks loaded Your club full, your drugs in Laptop in front of your fingers Fiddle with the house rig, call the sound guy back One more time Check the setup, recheck the setup, Check your charge Battle record on deck, you’re set How’s your cues? Run through the tracks and the channels You’re sprinting It’s all set, all set, all set, all set, all set Drink your water, throw it back Thumbs up the light guy Toss the bottle under Your gear under your fingers, worn And won Breathe. For a second. Perfect. Feel the crowd quiver, feel the house shiver There’s magic in the air. black. (beat.) (beat.) (beat.) Let the bass drop

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Neil deGrasse Tyson

I wrote this based off a challenge in which you took the first eight words from the eighth page of the nearest book. I extended it to use the first eight words from every eighth page for four lines, and the book I used was "Astrophysics for People in a Hurry" by Neil deGrasse Tyson.

of quarks and antiquarks, electrons and antielectrons (better I know them instead as the sparks on your face, my daughter leaping through an urban prairie) What happened before all this? What happened before blue ice cream and dogs, what happened to them?

You grew up, my dear, as the virtual particles at ground state, as optical tweezers, as string theory hopefuls in which they showed a written reply from a buck-toothed eleven-year-old who squinted over integrals like ants who used to pause at the library's physics shelf and I would find you there three hours after. Let there be light after the big bang You grew up, my dear, and I have lost you as always.

#neil degrasse tyson #physics #particle physics #poetry #thepoemproject

Red Beans

Off-brand chips and bean soup, again Someone told me the skies here are blue Today my tea is grey. The commute Roars quiet, like an oven Like a gas top and saucepan.

I taste red beans on my tongue That I brought from my mother's house Back home I have a chicken. My wife My three daughters, my son The train is red, red and white

I will call them again, tonight. My knuckles are dry. My shoes are clean Lint-rolled suit, crisp tie Sharp and clean and white shirt White and my red, red beans.

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Love Shack

She’s the cigarette that never leaves your lips The mint, you steal She loves the cabaret and to dance And you love to watch her.

the way she smiles back at you

Give me a quarter and play me Love Shack, baby What’s the deal?

you’ve already fallen for her.

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Beautiful now

The world's a very beautiful place.

This is because you are in it.

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the death haiku

Death death death death death death death

Death death death death death

Death death death death death death death.

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Vanilla Girl

When I run a thumb over her clear and creamy skin Her jaw is bold, sharp-edged The room's musky Her tongue has a fragrance when I bite it.

Her blinds are shuttered, like her deep eyelids. The skin blooms like crème brûlée. Her lashes - long, brown She smiles with woody and spice fragrance, and she bears my marks with pride. I haven't told her the last time I loved her, but then I taste her sweet hint of cherry, her sticky-sweet caramel And she knows.

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My Body

Head - of wood. That's what they say, don't they?

Ears - of lead.

Lungs - two accordions. That's why they won't work. That's why you don't work. And you have no heart. You have no heart.

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Sunday Afternoon

You know the feeling, when The sun shines through the window on a Sunday afternoon Your cat’s on your lap Your nook is warm

You know the feeling, then The tea misting your laptop screen reading about books and angel cake When the world’s so peaceful So warm, so quiet.

You know the feeling, then When you’re too warm to fall asleep And you’re too warm to stay awake You know the feeling.

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