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Zoetrope
17/F/UK I like poetry and writing it but would like to remain anonymous
Do you ******* miss me Or Do you miss ******* me?
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Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
Untitled
The evening is bathed in red wine. Her touch complimented by a hearty meal.   Under an avalanche of years lie dazed memories perfectly frozen. I walk between mountains, their stone-faces giving me the cold shoulder. I have come to love these walls. Though beautiful I am still entrapped. The stars. I know the stars. Orion blandly glitters without your presence. I once read that indifference was the least I had to dread. But if you my dear   Played out my fear And treated me without hate or love. I think I’d stay Between those which separate Us.
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Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 4:20 PM UTC
Vale Tine
I’m a hunter. My eyes locked on you. Precision. Gentle contact, a coy smile. Unoblivious of your desired stares. The manufactured moments you believe are real. That look and I know you’re Mine. Part of me believes you’re the one. That I’ll finally fall, head first over heels. Then we kiss and it’s gone. Then it gets hotter and I resent you. I’m a hunter. An apex predator. Your hatred wounds me but I’ll take your heart as my reward. My bleeding trophy. I wish it wasn’t like this. I wish I could consume all of you Or none of you. But love is oh so bitter And the chase is oh so sweet.
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Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
A Heartbreakers Elegy
I cut the purple thread. The one you wrapped around my wrist. All that while ago. And now I’ve untied myself there are No more strings attached.
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Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 7:15 PM UTC
No Strings Attached
How long will I lie awake? Mouth shut. Eyes open. When was I left here?
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Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
Anniversary
I broke a mirror, when we first met. Our guilty reflections fragmented as we stared into the shards. Barely a decade old, but in my eyes you’d never be a perfect ten. Back then you were A pigtail pulling, cootie carrying boy, A pigtail pulling, cootie carrying friend. Two years passed then we were split apart. Like crevices between reflective pieces. Another five and I saw You. In a mirror now fixed. Your reflection the same, different. Seven years. Spent growing up apart. Yet growing closer. Now when you grab me, my hair. I scream for the right reasons . And holding hands isn’t just for arm wrestling. Shards of bad luck are swept up into a metaphorical dustbin.
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
Ten to Seventeen
A bullet whistles past a polish jew. He escapes his hostile habitat and disguises his name. A woman faints at the gore of her future career. As she falls, a handsome figure catches her eye along with her body. So close yet almost so far. Strange how so many near misses lead to entire existences.
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Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 6:56 PM UTC
A Series of Near Misses
He was spring. Morning dew which glazed my mind, Faint sunlight that broke through grey Mondays But I was left bleating while my April showered. Then Summer, Her hot ‘n’ heavy freedom. Intoxicating afternoons caused dehydration, or over-hydration. A midsummer night turned a lonely August spent recovering from heat’s stroke. Autumn eyed and jack’o’lantern smiled. An attraction from a dad-designed haunted house. Motorcycle-wielding and leather-clad. I now know that Psycho’s not just a movie, and how to deal with Hitch-Cocks. Ice unthawed Through the sprunging of spring. An impossibly unmelted slushy. A waterlogged log unburnt by Fawkes’ Fire. Am I winter because they’re gone? Or. Are they gone because I’m winter?
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Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 6:28 PM UTC
Lightly Seasoned
A child with her Lego House I thought we were built to last. Flimsy foundations always lead to a crash, crush or end. I know now what I learnt then, I will never rebuild what I had. But. I can use the knowledge and pieces left to create something entirely new.
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Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 7:09 PM UTC
New
I wander and I wonder Until highstreets are my home. I wonder and I wander   Until there’s no concrete to roam. I wander and I wonder Until street lamps by my bed, Become the tunnel light My future holds instead. I wonder and I wander When facing all the faces, that you don’t know that you know, When finding new escapes, You escaped to long ago, When you’ve moved a hundred miles, By walking to and fro   When the whole town is your home, It’s time to find a new abode.
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Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC
I wander and I wonder