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Flip the Script

Post 22 of 24 It had to look real. Bruise had to be shaped just so. Lampshade swayed like Newton’s law. Equal but opposite. It was the only heavy object within reach. Timed carefully. The neighbors would hear. They would see his car in the driveway. The wound would be temporary, Band-Aid. This house; a…

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random dis  connect

Have you ever found yourself talking but not understanding what you were saying? Like it was all on autopilot? like your skin is not your skin? Your lips were not yours? This is my life. Found this poem in my papers. This was borne out of a time where I merely existed but did not…

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Brand New Day

I took the yellow brick road, clicked my heels, and went back home. But I returned to a much changed world. I felt like a foreigner, needing a passport to cross state lines. I’m not even sure if I’m still in the same country. A Stranger in a Strange Land. There’s too much light and…

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The Glass Bottle

Murky sound, traveling under water Mellow yellow light fills my eyes Clarity of expression through my fingertips Urban attack, swank bank between my thighs Stay woke, fam. Independent study of the lines on your face Fellowship of the Pen, Return of the Queen Capsule learning, getting to know you Adrenaline to expel about The disease…

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lady of the lies we tell her selves

You’re too friendly; You’re not friendly enough. You shouldn’t wear that; Flaunt it if you’ve got it. You’ve got big hands, really tall, you play ball? Why did you do that? Why didn’t you say that? You deserved it; You let him do it; You didn’t stop him. If it was me, I wouldn’t; If…

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Loving is Leaving and Coming Back Around Again

I’ve never been in love. Not like how the poets scribble, the musicians sing, we storytellers write bestselling novels about. Infatuated, yes; blind, justice; obsessed, hungry. I thought I loved my birthplace. Rose coloured glasses and all that. I left like a thief in the night, Only it was day (that much I recall) –…

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Pomegranate Juice in Three Parts

Sweet and sour, puckered tongues, and stained fingertips I had a great line here, but I deleted it in revision I tend to ramble and I drop in images from the things I’ve learned And I’ve learned a lot. So much crime in the world today, makes me wanna hide under the covers But you…

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