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Two dead boys (My favorite poem of all time!)Ladies and gentleman skinny and scout / I'll tell you a tale I know nothing about / The admission is free so pay at the door
@Chalsey24
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If you were the sky and I were the sea.If you were the sky / Then I'd be the sea / And when you shined bright
@duck27
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Elbows and KneesI'll **** you, / If you want. / Cause I want it
@montana12
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Boa ConstrictorOh, I'm being eaten / By a boa constrictor, / A boa constrictor,
Shel Silverstein18
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In Artemis’s WoodLovers entered a forbidden forest bower, / And as they stalked that range, with eyes glazed, / She offered up her hind. Now, with doe eyes,
@ormond39
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Alex Turner’s love letter to Alexa Chung."My mouth hasn't shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn't stopped thinking about you since, well, before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree."
@cnfckltd1
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Like A Flower In The RainI cut the middle fingernail of the middle / finger / right hand
Charles Bukowski47
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"Gay"I remember the first time someone explained to me what the word gay meant. / We were in middle school / Playing on the swing set behind Stoy Elementary
@ern-kingham16
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atomsi’ve given up on days that begin in late afternoon, / skipped breakfast and lunch, / days that fade slowly and end with
@madisen60
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The HitchhikerThoughts in time and out of season / The Hitchhiker stood by the side of the road / And leveled his thumb
Jim Morrison37
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This LoveThis love / So violent / So fragile
Jacques Prévert84
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KathleenI am slowly learning to disregard the insatiable desire to be special. I think it began, the soft piano ballad of epiphanic freedom that danced in my head, when you mentioned that “Van Gogh was her thing” while I stood there in my overall dress, admiring his sunflowers at the art museum. And then again on South Street, while we thumbed through old records and I picked up Morrissey and you mentioned her name like it was stuck in your teeth. Each time, I felt a paintbrush on my cheeks, covering my skin in grey and fading me into a quiet, concealed background that hummed “everything you’ve ever loved has been loved before, and everything you are has already been,” on an endless loop. It echoed in your wrists that I stared at, walking (home) in the middle of the street, and I felt like a ghost moving forward in an eternal line, waiting to haunt anyone who thought I was worth it. But no one keeps my name folded in their wallet. Only girls who are able to carve their names into paintings and vinyl live in pockets and dust bunnies and bathroom mirrors. And so be it, that I am grey and humming in the background. I am forgotten Sundays and chipped fingernail polish and borrowed sheets. I’m the song you’ll get stuck in your head, but it will remind you of someone else. I am 2 in the afternoon, I am the last day of winter, I am a face on the sidewalk that won’t show up in your dreams. And I am everywhere, and I am nothing at all.
@madisen1
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The middle of a hazy summerThick, warm, fuzzy air / Radiates against your skin, making you want to doze off / You sit on the front of a low red car that looks another era, leaning on the glossy hood.
@toothache16
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ode to the mango (oda al mango)on tall trees (en arboles altos) / they begin as small white flowers (empiezan como flores pequeñas y blancas) / with five petals (con cinco petalos)
@margo-may32
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Veneziathrough the streets and column cracks / culture weaves and summer smacks / sacred figures, holy shrine
@ck-baker28
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in a room full of peacocksin a room full of peacocks / i am now an ostrich / and i don't know if any of you know how it feels to be a splash of grey in a room full of brilliant blues and greens
@kate-lyn11
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fatlarge, and in charge as I'd like to put it. / chunky, pudgy, fat, plump / however you'd like to say it, however
@obscure21
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Sleep In The Mojave DesertOut here there are no hearthstones, / Hot grains, simply. It is dry, dry. / And the air dangerous. Noonday acts queerly
Sylvia Plath26
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{cleanliness is next to godliness}how do you stop your throat from burning / from salty tear-stained gulps and gasps / for oxygen that is no longer there?
@abbyac20
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Middle SchoolMiddle School / Full of friends and love / Hate and lust
@rylie68
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The Commoners SongIn time you’ll recover and absolve / push those scorned impressions aside / hammer down the jaded edges
@ck-baker65
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Hard WorkA penny sits in the middle of my hand. / Vaguely warm and slightly worn / But still shining brightly.
@caroline-b14
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I did not reach Thee1664 / I did not reach Thee / But my feet slip nearer every day
Emily Dickinson35
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