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The Hurt That Keeps Me Awake: The Enemies Perspective
I think you are my worst enemy
If I could piece together the right words I might,
Sing you a song
Maybe it would be easier to understand
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If aching was the same as love
Flame to finger
Burn away the remembering
smoke leaving through windows
trace of yearning
to exploit the whispers that come from deep inside
I know you feel it
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To Carve A Pumpkin
There is a fog that escapes from the wide mouth
Of a creature that lurks
Through the raw October air.
Almost obvious is the daunting manner of its complexion,
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Sprout
Winter nights leave me delirious
The moments we step through right before the fall of snow
A certain forgetting
Like autumn approaching
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My mother's song
There's this banging
On the bars of my chest
like xylophone bones,
Just waiting to be played
There is something waiting to
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Haiku
Avoiding conversation like the plague
So you will acknowledge my heavy hurting
I am tired of pretending
Loves
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The Tomorrow Project: Contest Details
Each submission will be considered for the Tomorrow Project's awards, publication, and exhibits.
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The Art of the Unloved Child
i will meet you on the soiled floor with splintered knees and pointless pinkie promises, bearing the gruesome girth of your loveless little lies / forever fighting to quench my thirst, but your roots will always remain sodden / they say
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Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
My head against the wall
Why did I say that
Why did I even open my mouth
Once again I ruined the moment
Bang
Bang
Bang
I can't ever keep in my thoughts
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red lipstick
one stick
one swipe
that represents my love
my adulthood
so where is my lipstick?
who's borrowing it tonight?
who's borrowing my courage coat tonight?
I need both to appear ready for anything
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notes
take note of everything I say
my feelings are rooted in symbolism and poetry
my femininity washes over me
and a guilty realization sets in
I get to play both parts in my head
man and woman
