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"warred" poems

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Beginning and EndWe were interstellar travellers, / children so interested in creating / our infinite microcosmic civilizations,

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LightbulbHow Edison and Tesla warred / To be the first to capture light. / A replacement for fire

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My colorsTeacher: *Alright Panda what are your Favorite colors?* / Me: *My favorite colors are Red and Black* / Teacher: *Interesting colors Panda, why are those your colors?*

@CrushingLove18

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Ancient Selene CardinalO' Helios' / Back arched in regal Blue, / bows into pillar puffed petrichor

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I Am a StoneI am a stone. / Long ago my mother gave me birth. / From her molten womb in the cooling rain I took shape.

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Lindísima**Southwestern Dis-United States of Memory** / Piñon smoke and sagebrush, voice of New Mexico night driving into an Arizona dawn rising over dreaming pueblos, low-ridden plazas, kivas and ruined cities’ rubble traced and highlighted by sunlight, Anglo angling into Aztec toward Zuni over arid zones… A to Z to El Dorado; a voice covers the high hills with a dusting of snow—every word hangs in the notes of the song: music to fall apart to, breakdown to, hurling the soul into the bottomless well of psychotic nostalgia: *música de cavanga*, falling into the depths. Melody pushing to the threshold of a bar and leaving you there with cash in your pocket and no ride home. The warmth inside beckons—you step across as the song fills, swells, intoxicates, then excavates the wall of the dam until it collapses. The fatal mistake: you read too much into the lyrics of shallow love songs. The deathwish beast of despair arises, the flooded plains dazzle your eyes, the Indian girl smiles on the rim of the grand canyon, the tattooed *cholo* pulls a knife in the trailer park, the dark waters under the bridge murmur and surge with regret; *el río de Las Animas*, Durango CO, Aztec calligraphy on the wall: Las Cruces, NM; Clifton, Morenci, Globe, AZ: stepped pyramids of copper tailings, gang-warred walls in fallen barrios covered in Chicano hieroglyphics, the ruined huts of shepherds and cowboys, pit-house dwellings’ flaked arrowheads and pottery fragments scattered forever in the coyote laugh of desert dusk. Crepuscular colors on the names of mountain ranges: *Santa Catalina, Sangre de Cristo, Sandia*, each one a separate sunset delirium—then you ride through the night to the city of palm trees and the orange-lined boulevards of Heaven. / The singer herself grew old but her YouTubes live forever.

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machete theoryone thousand shards, my crown was built. / not of thorns. / but bubblegum legos, saturday morning stuck

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Molly Howls (Pt. III)I woke up / to a nightcalm-shattering / cell phone ringtone.

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Home RemediesYou left a stain / A stain so dark / On my soul

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Texas, Part 1There’s an old saying that Texas just might swallow the whole ****** world someday. Well it’s an old saying of mine but I can hardly believe the world ending without Texas swallowing a great deal of it considering these canyons, mountain-eaters, big enough to hide every cowboy snake and buzzard that don’t know any better. / The thing about Texas is you can’t see the end of things here and people call it big. The thing about Texas is everybody calls it something big when it’s really something stretched. Texas took a turn for the worse, warred with Mexicans in 1836 and never recovered. All that revolution, rusted muskets, wormwood, spilled into and on golden-brown cattle land, turned it dry-blood red. All that red, and Texas, she blushes. Texas, shy, ravaged, stretched. 1836 and she’s reaching for the Gulf and the East and West coasts and Montana and if we don’t fix it someday Texas just might swallow the whole ****** world. / One Spring I myself kicked around a little dry-blood dirt. By Summer I had my fill. There’s an old saying the only way to leave Texas is dry-throated and drenched, brokenhearted and better if you swing it the right way . 4 O’Clock Texan Suns scream thirsty yet we leave the place drowning if we make it at all. That’s the thing about Texas, though, it sneaks up, an axe and a smile and you can’t trust anything about it and you fall in love too easily and the thing is the axe doesn’t bite so much as knowing the handle came from the same forest you never questioned, where step 1 is breathing and you actually did it; the thing about axes though is that breath might still be inside the handle and it’s just sitting in there dead dead dead and heavy Pine.

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Dark & LightHer memories are imprinted in your skin / Like a broken record; you are stuck / You can't get over it

@ripley-shaine46

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NowThis year / my Brain ****** me over / my Brain warred against itself

@miranda-davidson13

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Ae Fond KissAe Fond Kiss / Ae fond kiss,and then we sever! / Ae farewell,and then forever!

@alisdaire-ocaoimph46

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Debris Of My Soul, Of My Dreams Fading...shattered / torn asunder / in the maelstrom

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The Man I Really Thought That I Was. / The corners of my life are worn with cracks, / my spine is older and bowing.

@redbarchettadrive30

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lack of imagination*you know it needs the thumb, index, middle and ring fingers to clasp the eroticism of the neck for the geese to fly in man inverse to the hellish fires of emotion that have no sense of temperament?* / even the existential french philosopher sartre was fooled / by what the common man conquered

@removed.polaroid-scrabble47

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September 5, 2010Today, I woke up to spearmint soaked vegetation, / where I communed and warred with / jagged-edged thistle, and needle-nosed insects

@preston-c-palmer-128

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I Need to Stop TalkingOnce again my brain and heart warred over what to say, / And the garbled half mutterings seem to have hurt you. / Well of course,

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Resting Friendship!Resting Friendship! / Silver armour, / Please protect the heart that can not die.

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Bright Beam, Sunny| Mind In Color TheoryYou swirl my mind / behind the shades. / Dreams come and go

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LOVE TO SAVE OUR WORLDAll is love. / The finite, though illusory, is paradoxically the path to enlightenment, to infinity, to love. / Our world is on the cusp of extinction.

@tod-howard-hawks11

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The Circle of Lifechickens still wait for corn / by the door of my granny's kitchen, / where sun once rose with a daughter

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Wireless*We come unglued in this life, we come undone. That which is not lost to youth must surely wander on...* / Frozen movement, wearing scapegoat fur, cracked creation of warred disorder cast settled souls upon yonder plains ~ twisted paths in chattered maze of spiral green / *~ my mist, your haze ~*

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Elizabeth BennetYour fine eyes and lively wit / first caught his attention, / your light, lush figure

@Carlo-C-Gomez36

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Louvratory*Dante? Dante?! ha ha... we're writing tabloids for the infirmary! we are, given there's so many of us!* / writers tend to note something said as being memorable... / esp. by someone else - it hardly ever is -

@removed.polaroid-scrabble31

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