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I felt faith fade from my soul,an echo soft like a whispered lightas Nightmare exacted her toll. I fit myself into a roleand fed off joy, as she fed off spite.I felt faith fade from my soul as I gave in to her control.Each word injured me, each sentence a fight,as Nightmare exacted her toll.…
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Am I your alibifor when you don’t remember sex? An alter you couldn’t be botheredto even name, just a fragment of the host self you let out at partiesor whenever you need something stronger than your spine? I amthe jet fuel in your veins. At any sign of trouble,I am there. Your persistent companion Your…
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I dream of the drumsYour kisses echodown the valley of menpoised for battlewith a whiskey keg.The goose is cooked,green laced wedding dresswith a flower crown. I dream of you in yarrowI dream of dandelion fluffI dream of me loving youI dream of you loving meI dream of our honeymoonMaking love within that lakeI dream of…
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I don’t know who I amso please, Forgive my voiceI can’t control which oneof the three I will use todayit alters, changes shapeI often dissociate lose time evenin the middle of a rhymeI don’t know who I am the post it note poetmanic pixie poly, everyone’s my familyMary Poppins protester punk, or perhaps the Bizagoth…
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Not many people know this butwhen you first came outyou told your parents first.Not your birth parentsbut the ones who helped raise youwoke up at night to settle you downchanged your diaperstaught you how to ride a tricyclealbeit very badly (sorry for the concussion,a discussion for another time)you know, your other parentswho taught you the…
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This one was from a prompt on/around 5/30. Something about doomscrolling. I had a darkly humorous take on it with a kind of Terry Pratchet vibe going in my head. But then it turned weirdly personal and just became this ugly venting thing that is hard to read. I would like to put a disclaimer…
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This is a genre-bending poem that winds up being 5-6 minutes when read aloud or 5 pages printed. However, I think the payoff is worth it in the end. Originally from a prompt: “to describe what animal or plant you would be reborn as”. I asked if cryptids counted and they laughed and said yes……
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June 4th, 2025 Prompt: Tell me something about the creatures that live in your area. Write a poem that uses the name of a species of animal I could find near you. June 5th, 2025 Prompt: Tell me about someone or something you lost, specifically how it felt in the body… Like this was an…
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These might’ve been April. I’m not sure. Time doesn’t always linearly in my head. Right now I’m thinking about next week, mostly so I don’t think about two days ago. I swear it makes sense. Anyway, without further ado I give to you more poetry…
Poetry With Hart 