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We wielders of pens,
we daft women and men —
we can’t help but share
our secreted sins,
our truths, stripped bare,
dredging the depths
of our need,
our despair,
shedding our shells
in the cool night air.
We share, and we dare
to trust you might care,
and more, that we’ll spur
your iniquitous delight,
as you read what we bleed —
We, who would write.
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My smile for Kyle.
If I wrote a poem
about the shape of your eyes
and the different colors
that appear to shine in them
in...
pshh, if this gets 100 likes maybe.. I’m real self-conscious about singing for people
Mount Roraima
nothing will bleed of you
more than an arrow that
found you when you wished
it would not,
but one that
missed you when you
wanted it to find
you(r...
lost direction
dignity
your right foot
hanging on by tendons
stringed, spinning
lost children
wives
whole faces, gone
and a moth
flying...
And before you light
that cigarette, fresh and inviting
upon your fingers.
Like you always do when
you find me boring and plain
again, when my flesh and sweat have
But in the
end,
will it even
matter
how many times your
mother yelled
or your...