identity
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My skin doesn’t fitover all of me spilling out, slipping outmind over mouth, soul an ocean emerging in wavespouring from my eyes. I try containing ita sieve to hold back the sea. So instead I try to bottle it,this facsimile of a face we falsely see as identity.I am all the labels fluid or at…
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The mirror judged in silenceher eye seeing all of mein her glass painasking without speakingas to why I stood beforeher, masked and hiddenfrom her gaze. I tried to tell herit was necessary,but necessary for who?I tried to answerit kept me safebut she knew,I was as mucha danger to meas anyone elseso it was a lie…
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I waved to you across the country air over fields, hills, and brick buildings, dotted line borders not yet a quarter millennia in the making. I waved to you in mistyped messages, info dumpjoy of a moment neatly folded into the confines of our days, like packing for a daytrip in our minds. I waved…
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When night falls, so does his mind.The walls open like stage curtainsto play a retinue of decades past.The day he skinned his kneeplaying baseball with his friends.The first time he heard her voiceon the operator line directing his call.The day they first met, her arrivingearly to the park with a friendstanding further away to scout…
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The static of his mindblew apart the EKG machine. I don’t know what languagefreedom, will be written in on his hospital release papers,or if they will ever be inked again. He was bouncing off the walls today,slamming pads, brick, doorways, and glass. Demons were in his bones, he saidhe was just trying to shake them…
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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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“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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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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Characters: Iggy = “Mary Poppins Punk” CC = “Business Goth” Melody = “Hippie Priestess Vibes” * (See post labeled “About Last Night” for a more detailed look at character descriptions) * Setting = The same kitchen bistro table. Cc is seated, rubbing her temples. Melody is brewing tea/a tea like concoction. Iggy is sitting/standing/pacing on…
Poetry With Hart 