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- In response to I Sing the Body Electric at allpoetry
What say you now of the soul?
That elusive being you chased from - Ode to Miller at allpoetry
Chaos suspends her.
She stands still like the hummingbird, - Blank Page at allpoetry
I read a line of poetry tonight
that was so good I thought about stealing it - May 18th at allpoetry
There was one chance, one night, - No title at allpoetry
She used to say, while the ice tinkled in her bourbon - [ I wander. ] at allpoetry
I wander. Aimless. - Twelve Steps at allpoetry
He's not crazy, takes one day at a time - Apathy is not sacred. at allpoetry
It's something I'd like to do, climb to the top of a very tall building - Consequence at allpoetry
I miss you. Your vague love me forevers - Work at allpoetry
The alarm screams banshee like impatience. - What ever the hell I want at allpoetry
This is whatever the hell I want. It sucks because you didn't say it had to be good. - Disqualify Me at allpoetry
I really like pedestrian rhyme, I like to do it all the time, - Untitled at allpoetry
I love you. Yes, I know how it sounds, - Friday Night Odyssey at allpoetry
Friday Night Odyssey It’s that time of day again, - Trace at allpoetry
She whispers no shakes her body yes - Trace at allpoetry
She says no shakes her body yes - A Rant (on being a woman in Southern California) at allpoetry
False ideals flash anorexic - Sweater at allpoetry
It starts / some yearning like a / sweater from a second hand store / used but still cute / and for a dollar... / fuck it. / Why not? / I can feel you / creeping under my second hand sweater / wit - Untitled at allpoetry
Only dead trees grow here, / Brittle affirmation that life / Is indeed stilted and vague. / Branches jut obtuse angles, / Stubs where leaves once grew, / She is a long time rotted, / Apathetic from within. - Nostalgia at allpoetry
I sleep with my windows open / beg summer into my bedroom / turn the fan on and hope tomorrow / will be hot enough to pull my shorts / out of storage. / I drink dark b - Crazy Little Thing at allpoetry
There you go again, / shirt half open / chest hair out / pogo'ing to Queen / You crazy fuck. / (crazy little thing called love) / I'll never be as punk rock / as you are. / So go ahead. / Fist up - Some Sunset at allpoetry
I’d like to cup your face in my hands / Whisper ever so gentle, / a soft midnight breeze. / Your lips on my lips and I sigh / every time you walk away. / I’d like to explore you. / Every inch of beauty from - Cheesecake 7 at allpoetry
I like to lick my fingers / while no-one is watching. / Think of you and tip-toe / through my house wondering / / when your balls will grow / as big as your mouth. / / Mr. six foot two with / talk of grand - Round 2 at allpoetry
The first blow came as a surprise. / A verbal assault of right hooks / caught me off guard and there is / no neutral corner to hide in. / / The second blow pisses me off. / We are sparring now, a jab to / the l - Halfway to no-where. at allpoetry
I keep writing you off:
basket case, one night stand, - Cheesecake 7 at allpoetry
She dances like an orchid,
languid and heady - Motel 6 at allpoetry
The sole witness to depravity
speaks in broken English and - Cheesecake 5 at allpoetry
Sometimes,
when the moon is full, - Generally Unaffected at allpoetry
I've this book of selected poems
by Billy Collins that leaves me - Work in Progress at allpoetry
"What do we do with this thing?
this fiery woman who will not - A Drabble at storywrite
It is the obnoxious scream of the vacuum that drags me from slumber. Through half-closed, sleep crusted eyes, I see it is 2:30 in the morning.
I wonder, if someone has deci - Indecent Disposal at storywrite
It was the principle of the thing really. Not a question of
morality, at least not for me. But really, one should not try to - Carrots and Whine at storywrite
“Marry me,” he whispers.
The woman, who up until this point had been enjoying her weekend, chokes on her wine in surprise. “Oh shit,” she thinks. “Why now?”
