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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

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Touch meTouch me, / it doesn't matter where / and it doesnt matter how

@a-thomas-hawkins17

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AfterI stand above my bed / And examine the damage. / Blankets this way and that

@CallMeConnieP19

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take a leapthe redness of my mouth tells / the truth without me / take a leap into breath

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How Is Your Heart?during my worst times / on the park benches / in the jails

Charles Bukowski41

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Ode to a Winter's Day#*O morning sky of endless blue / Tinged with purply-pinky hue / You tell me of His mercies new

@alyssa-underwood34

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These eyesI’ve seen eyes that capture all that I am and pull it to the front so I see it all, good and bad. / Eyes that looked so deep I imagine I could fall into them and get lost. / Eyes that have seen until the end of the world and so much more.

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My ReasonsYou asked me why I like you / But I didn’t want to tell / Some of my reasons are cheesy...

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goreBreak my bones; / cut my throat. / Pull me open,

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I F--k S--tsSluts! Sluts! I fuck sluts! / Sluts get fucked when I fuck sluts! / No ifs, ands, and/or buts!

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river of golden dreamsdust cloud heavy / in an apricot sky / cottonwood mucker

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~ Whom the Son Sets Free ~*Jesus, please set my bound heart free / Let not this world my prison be / Where fear and shame would pull me down

@alyssa-underwood34

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Let Me Take YouIn the darkest of nights / Your body pressed against the wall / Hands held high above

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Eye GamesDark eyes make me melt / Light eyes pull me in / Brown eyes are my weakness

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TGirl.My name is Sara, a transgender chick / Wanted a fanny, was given a dick / I hide it in knickers of satin and lace

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Stupidest ThingsI'M MAKING nachos in your toaster oven. The chips fall in the pan without a problem. Beans, evenly distributed (if I do say so myself.) Salsa- good to go. Then the cheese. Generic brand shredded cheese blend. I dangle my (washed) fingers into the zip-lock bag, grab a generous pinch and rain mild cheddar down on my gourmet meal. And I feel the tears building. "No," my conscious scolds, "you will not cry over shredded cheese." I add another pinch for flavor, then another to assert dominance. I slide the pan into the tiny oven- triumphant! But the next task breaks me. I freeze when I try to adjust the heat setting. I hear your voice so clearly, like you're still calling from the next room: "you have to press the TOAST button, it cooks much faster." The tears start to roll. I think about how excited you were when cheese bubbled perfectly- "just a little brown, ever so slightly crispy." We would joke about your persnickety preferences, likely a product of your superior taste. Of course, you would have appreciated anything I made for you, but it was always better when the dish matched the idea in your head...when I made it like you would have made it (if you were only well enough to cook for yourself again.) In the present, I poke the TOAST button and flee the kitchen as to not cry in front of the smothered chips. I sit on the sofa and break down, gasping in childish sobs. "I miss her," I wail to an empty house. Warm tears coat my cheeks in the air-conditioned room. I feel so small. I feel so foolish for crying over stupid, little things. I feel so... so... A bell dings in the kitchen. I wipe my sleeve across my face and traipse back to the toaster. Hand into oven mitt, mitt onto pan, pan onto table. I grab the plastic tubs of sour cream and guacamole from the fridge and a spoon from the drawer that sticks a little when you try to open it. I pick the non-wilted bits off the head of lettuce and rinse them under the faucet. I finish the recipe. I pull out a chair. I sit down to nachos for one.

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fall in love with a poetwhen a poet falls in love with you / you can never die / they will notice the way

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O Tell Me The Truth About LoveSome say love's a little boy, / And some say it's a bird, / Some say it makes the world go around,

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Physical physicsScience says that there's a mathematical equation that explains everything in life. / But I say that not even physics bears an explanation for...the guidelines of attraction. / Our primal reactions are multiplied in...the highlights of passion.

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stages of detachment*ground zero* / i become aware of boundaries / i am a dog chasing cars

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OkayIf there was one word / One word, isolated by itself / That I cannot stand above all others

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It's a new day (transgender)Its a new day / She wakes from the nights sleepy darkness / Knowing the body under the covers doesn't fit her

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To you. From me. (Explicit)Think of nothing but this night. / The blooded stars, blue leaves and red trees... / Think of nothing...

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INSECURITY (Ghazal)Oh, woman, dear, don’t be so insecure; / You’re only hurting yourself when you are insecure. / Look at the mirror and see how beautiful you are,

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The Shepherd#*I saw a path and ran ahead / I nearly lost my way / Your mercy caught me by the arm

@alyssa-underwood74

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