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He glowed with secretsworn like armor, shielding whatuntold future lies____ I arranged myselfin pretty perfect patterns for you, did it work?___ I fold the whispersof sunset into my skirts,delight radiant. ___I revive my heart,only to cut more piecesoff, to give to you. ____Today I dreamed of copper skies, the line between fae and real world
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Old sort of stream-of-consciousness poetry from 2009. Enjoy 🤗 ___ Lost in West Coast Dreams the same four blank wallsCrack of Dawn phone calls,McDonald’s French Friesspirited drunken highsand drinking gamesaccompanied bythe nicknames,that beg to breakHer silence. curiously cold coffee andbountiful brownie breakfast,smoking in the kitchenmid-afternoonto the tuneof Eternity againstspit-shined countertops,happiness soughtbought at the corner shop.
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I make my way slowto the last elm tree, barrenon the cliffside coast. Treasuring the viewwaves crash, jolt sound, electricunderneath my skin. Committing endlesshorizons to memorysapphire dreamlight, pelican porpoise,pink shells shattered to powderfailure grasps meaning. Keeper’s last advicea din in my ears, “Bewareof the ice prince! Go to the Fae courtknowing, while you may yet
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Speculative futures speculation on the clichecounting chickensbefore the eggs hatch,when what I really wantedwere dragonsto burn it all down. _______ It’s the trial of the century!That’s what they saidBut please no questionsWhen you walk in to seeThe judge wearing a blindfoldReporters wearing gagsThe jury with their hands tiedAnd lawyers brought to you by AI. ______
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Rogue sky, silk rippleseyes open to such wonders,to be alive now… I am the glade mindas I look upon sea-facedstranger, prism lit. His eyes captured myform uncovered languidlylaying at his feet A few winged fairiesfeigning modesty, hidingmy body’s valley. Knowing smiles gracehe knelt, white robe elegance in his hands for me. Speaking little morethan whispers,
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Defined by Submission Prove your womanhoodFrom the barrel of a gunLiberty strip searchedSo they can have their fun Their touch cold Methodical in fashionThis act a power playMore than fits of passion They find full breasts Narrow waists with wide hipsDainty hands, feet, faces,Soft skin, and pink nips, But again they demand Sternly, more than
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“Is a haiku microwave safe?”This message is brought to you byGoogling before the coffee kicks in. _____ Artificial insectsKind of like regular insectsOnly with corn syrup And Red 40 dye. ______ On your lipsConsonants contortAnd vowels slipSlide into apostrophes,Still no excuse to resort To ChatGPT ______ Humanity in AIHide the truth within the lieUpload our
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I went to the tent cityBefore it was made illegalBefore dignity became a monthly expense.I went to the tent cityHopeless feckless bystanderTo a pain I couldn’t understandI went to the tent cityAnd all I gaveWas this lousy t-shirt. _____ We tell stories of floating citiesfalling from the sky,Not realizing…The air is getting thin up hereAnd
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“Follow the spiritof freshwater streams safeto sanctuary prisms light the way,don’t stray too far from the banksoon, find home again.” Last words from the caveas I followed directionlit by sun and moons. Like spectacle gleamtwo moons peered behind the cloudsas I stream bound walked witness to the joyof Naiads at play, splashessound of chimes and
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Characters: Melody = Hippe Priestess Vibes Cc = Bizagoth Iggy = Mary Poppins Punk Yow = Cryptid good boy * Setting: Kitchen (I swear there’s other rooms in the house, I just really like this, so we’re going with it. Glad you agree, let’s go!) * Melody walks in carrying the mail, Iggy is sitting
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