story-poem
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Sunrise burns pink hopepromises, a new day donsits merry greeting. Echos of sleep dreamsfleeting glimpses of home hideas I awaken the cave celebratesthe moment glowing yellow,no longer alone. Chaos tastes strangely when ladled by hand out of pearl freshwater streams The cave yawns open on the grey rock candy grass,pearl spring waters run the cave…
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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…
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If Heinlen’s sentient computers met in an online forum and fell in love, this would be their story (Note: adding more to this post soon so stay tuned!)
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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……
Poetry With Hart 