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"psuedo" poems

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Love SongsI’m sick of all these love songs / Written about another / Sonnets and odysseys

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supermarket airports.In the supermarket airport / There are arrivals every day. / The departures in your trolley

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The RainmakerThe weather plots his journey / Town to town in dead of night / Fields dead and on a gurney

@roger-turner32

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dialogues ii.. / …. / …...

@abloobloobloo105

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Prize FightI'm spitting teeth onto the pavement. / Cracked grin cracked across my mouth / like your fist as it splits my lip again.

@charles-barnett13

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Friction AddictionFriction addiction / Hostilities slip from blistered lips / Scald the core of me

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youthful decisions of puppy loveYou said you loved me / I said I loved you too / So that's it right?

@harry-j-baxter31

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c-sectionand it all has come to this / poor working girls of the world / lethargic

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Between peaks, psuedo settling {13 lines}Rough? Tough. No ghucking way, / easy does it, yet today, / letters forming sounds

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and here we are againand quite dully dutifully / the mk-ultra manchurian candidate brain-washed children / enter the "MIND OF THE WORLD!"

@jeffrey-robin10

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and then what?the random onslaught of / typical words and / topical themes abounding!

@jeffrey-robin31

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MazeSo is this an addiction, a crude misconception? / Mostly feeling the wind creased in the wrong direction. / What I thought I like, what they told me I was,

@sam-ishmael-nocum-cruz12

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Lady-Pinch-PhantomThe difference is me / I am forever / I am never

@gabriel-peter-green29

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The Falling ManI could have been The Falling Man. / No opinions. No intentions of disrespect. / Only a surreal psuedo-pessimist thought.

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Being HonestI got hurt, / Because I felt, / Truth comes first,

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Do you hear?It is so strange to think. / That the world is nothing. / What do we have.

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let the limits fade and let us "be"the comatose day slanders the "preoccupied" / with its images / dying children mar the moonlight's release

@jeffrey-robin30

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Psuedo-pathyLove, / I don't know / If I want to lose

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Tmrw.It looks like I'll never get my hands on those obliques. He walked out of my sights and into a steel press; I have had dreams straddling a lathe, ************ with anything I could find because my hands were borrowed late at night by a phony jesus. I wish, ultimately, that I was still a waitress living in a tiny trailer with two toy poodles; nails hot pink, bathtub shrine to flame, a psuedo dictator/drug lord. I could have touched him then, then nobody held my fingers to the slider, to the faucet. Better, though, to do better. A block of ice for my heat, and fiction. He wrote fiction. A sensible person would understand when I say shipwreck, my bled, my bed. Like wakoski-sex obsessed; shoulders and ribs instead of leather boots, mustaches. What nonfiction breadth, and seams. My teeth have ridges, says any spelunker thinking of oral. Its scary when disease settles in. Thats scary, making me sliver next to this scenic route, this ship-width. I'm sure I won't remember him tomorrow.

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Psuedo Haikuon the flight - / i collect candies / for the ghat journey

@niranjan-navalgund3

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Psuedo Literary Sitethere is a place / which operates / under the auspicious

@ElizabethSquires43

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PsuedoThere's destruction in the air.. / Coming from my fingertips and landing on a blade / Only, the blade is a pill, and no it's not just one

@bluedyedroses9

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Fools GambitGoing through life with your 6 steps till death Your one of many pawns in this game of chess. Pay the blood price, take your own life to make your queen feel blessed. a psuedo-sacrifice, with no duress. Going from darkness to light, black and white without spite. On the front line, never steps back, focused only on attack. Would only change direction to take another life like a heart carved from ice, For only her protection, Paramount conviction. / Yet your so easily cast away. The queen plans her strategy and picks her tactics, her authority demands drastic acts of fanatics, who would do anything for her...fools gambit.

@jack-thompson2

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The PitThe deepest pit of darkness / it dwells inside me / An empty void

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AmericaI was born in that tragic year / America slit its own throat. / I've never seen this fairy tale

@senor-negativo70

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