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Humanity I Love YouHumanity i love you / because you would rather black the boots of / success than enquire whose soul dangles from his

E. E. Cummings25

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why eye drink the vin in vignette (for all the better poets here)*dedicated to all the better poets here...* / don't know much about a quatrain / don't know how to write a refrain,

@bus-poet-stop60

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I Compare You to Binge DrinkingThe throbbing headache and nausea / I can endure; I've had worse. / Right now I could cry,

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Cows In Art Classgood weather / is like / good women-

Charles Bukowski84

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making itignore all possible concepts and possibilities --- / ignore Beethoven, the spider, the damnation of Faust --- / just make it, babe, make it:

Charles Bukowski20

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Alone With Everybodythe flesh covers the bone / and they put a mind / in there and

Charles Bukowski33

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Suicide; the answerTo all the goodbyes / I say goodnight / To everyone that dies

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If You Come SoftlyIf you come as softly / As the wind within the trees / You may hear what I hear

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submissions to post secretkissing you was like swerving into oncoming traffic / i can never tell if i am more haunted by empty picture frames or the ashes of their contents / you taught me that the saying *"pick your battles"* meant not answering when love was at the door

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OpiaOpia. Noun. The ambiguous intensity of looking into someone's eyes, which can fell simultaneously invasive and vulnerable. / As you lie in my arms, watching the television, you don't notice that my undivided attention is focused on you. Something I've been dreaming of for weeks, and it's finally come true. Even better, from your angle, you can't see me staring into your eyes, so I don't feel the nervous compulsion to turn away. Whether directly or not, I could drink in your eyes with mine, for hours, and they would be among the best hours of my life. / Then there's the other hand, held tightly by trepidation. I love the prospect of your eyes staring into mine, but it's not without its fears. I'm afraid you'll see all the pain and fears that I've spent the past seven years working to overcome. I'm afraid you'll see all the insecurity and doubts I have about myself. I'm afraid you'll see all the words that I long to whisper in your ear, but can't, because I'm terrified of scaring you away. I'm afraid you won't like the fact that, behind these eyes lies only pictures and thoughts of you. But most of all, I'm afraid that, unlike me, who loves every detail, and lives for moments like these, you won't love the things you see. I long for the day when you stare happily into my eyes, but I'm frightened that you won't enjoy the secrets they reveal.

@andrew-switzer3

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Sonnet to The WellIdly stationed in the bucolic hills, / sits a stone well; unknown when abandoned. / Though her people foregone, water yet fills

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emasculateDear men, / You are not emasculated when you are gentle to a woman. / You are not emasculated when you can't control your child's behaviour

@andwhentheshipsails12

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Dear BartenderI need one more / I need to forget a little more / I need to remember a little less

@michael-devoe30

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BOOKS VS MEN~~♥~~ / I used to think *men* / should be more like *books*

@SoulSurvivor35

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Coffee Coffee Buzz Buzz BuzzI drink coffee / She *prefers* tea / together we make the perfect

@matthew-harlovic5

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Let's Start OverLet's play pretend. / Let's pretend we don't know each other. / Let's pretend we were never lovers.

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A Glass of WaterHere is a glass of water from my well. / It tastes of rock and root and earth and rain; / It is the best I have, my only spell,

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give me my lifes ́i / give me my lifes´ / the day crowded bright

@michael-john82

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The FearEternal consciousness / in the Void / (makes trial & jail seem almost

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HumanWhere are your wings now? / How can they save you now? / Left alone, barely able to stand on your own two feet.

@morganmercury32

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I am all those lonely thingsI am the crushed cereal at the bottom of the box / Your last clean pair of underwear you only wear on laundry day / The popped balloon left in the balloon seller’s hand at

@miss-entropy17

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BlueBlue is the sky on hot summer days when you're holding a cold drink in your hand, / Blue is the winter sickness with warm sweaters and hot tea, / But blue is

@andrea-svanne4

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Even A Pencil Has Fear Toeven a pencil has fear to / do the posed body luckily made / a pen is dreadfully afraid

E. E. Cummings18

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******Vaginas are all shapes & sizes / Not many vary from the fold / there are very few surprises

@stripperthoughts32

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CoffeeLove, well love is like a good cup of coffee / We all want to drink it without getting burnt

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