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A poem is a smaller version of an even shorter version of a story, or a “short” story. Poems tend to run up to 100 lines long, but the lines are short, sweet, and to-the-point. They also rhyme.

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I stare at your backpack, hoping for change. It’s a strange feeling when that happens, when you know that someone will come back but they just haven’t. Not yet. No, but they might. I suppose they have to if they’re ever going to get work done. But do they even want to? Maybe they left their backpack alone because they knew what it was and what it meant: school commitment grades and they didn’t want any of that. Not yet, anyway. But some day…

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There is a cliche that would be easy to say: Reading is an adventure. But it’s so much more than a park tour or a fictional lecture. It’s swimming, it’s baseball, it’s an old oak, 30 feet tall that no one intends to cut down. It’s an orange feather, it’s curl-up blanket weather, it’s New York City downtown. Reading is broken chalk, a midnight walk, and a pair of sole-worn shoes, left over chip cheese dust, forgotten pizza crust– a…

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Below the universe, there is so much more to see.   But, alas, she lies on her back, her arms stretched, her dress a puddle of fabric. She’s trying to be someone she’s not: a persona too far-fetched.   She can not tell the constellations apart, but nonetheless gives stories to the stars she keeps in her mind and feels in her heart. She has thoughts, too, like what if the stars are just cars’   headlights? She does not…

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I see life in book endings. from sand beach weddings to dragon defeats, where not even fire can heat an emotion so hot as to have a clue about what it means. But in all honestly, I don’t believe in those book sales for new books. There are older ones, colder ones, sitting on the back of shelves. They’re only 25 cents inside your local bookstore where they hide the diamonds in the rough to see who’s tough enough to…

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030

I don’t want you per se. Because each and every day you come back and talk about her. No, no, I don’t want you, I want the idea of you, and all your compassion. I’d like to fashion someone else out of the likes of you. Take your honesty and bravery, leave everything unsavory, and make a new person. One with less baggage and who’s less of a challenge to handle. That’s what I want exactly. Not you, per se, but someone…

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If you could hold a color say aquamarine, how heavy would it be? And for how much could you buy a tangerine? Because someone with your power must own their own family tower, right? But then let’s say you’re color blind, and everything you knew you had to leave behind. Now, be kind, do you still like aquamarine? Even in a sun beam is it still an undersea blue? A green too true? Because this is not just about your…

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I left you outside Paris, just outside of pari dise, just outside of the grasp on the clasp of the city of light. There was nowhere for you to go, and I did not expect you to leave, not outside France, not without a chance that you might come back to me.

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027

I  change my name every time I go to Starbucks, the letters constantly shifting in my head, my mind twists and is in constant flux: my imagination is a nation of the undead. The green stalks from the brown below push themselves through coffee tops, reaching for something in the undertow of last season’s dead crops. A cardboard cover hides the stars and is branded with some other name as it sits in its holder in my cars putting my certificate…

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Because it’s no soap, radio a playbill for a music show with top hat and a plaid bow on Broadway two years ago. There’re two bears and a tiger, three ears and a liar, with no water in a forest fire, who were too young to retire. Snow in the Sahara desert, too-long short sleeve button up t-shirt, with not enough people to divert and look away from the extrovert. It was a yellow canary in the platoon with a cup of tea in the afternoon…

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But that’s the whole point of the game: to lose yourself, to choose yourself, to put your own self up on the shelf; to get lost in the game, to get found in its fame, to pick yourself a whole new name; to re-do it all, to let it all fall, to break down the entire fourth wall; to roll the dice again, that’s it, to try it just one more time; don’t admit that it’s going well. There’s no…

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It doesn’t feel like Friday, my day: it feels more like lie day, cry day, can’t stop, won’t stop, but will try day; okay day, go outside and play day, find a church and pray day, “Be that as it may,” day, pay day; planning day, too cold for fanning day, too cloudy for tanning day; EVERYTHING IN CAPS DAY, “Keep it under wraps,” day, catch it with a trap day; gossip– toss it– loss of it day; too much…

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I hear static in my voice, in my mind. I hear static every day, all the time, I hear static, when I’m trying not to panic when I’m trying not to stress it but someone tends to press it and then I just hear static. Outside and inside, I hear static, when there’s no where to hide. I hear static, it’s all to emphatic, it’s all too much, to shrink to the touch, to fall under a crutch, to believe…

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It’s a strange thing, isn’t it, when the right things don’t fit, when the things you don’t understand become the things in highest demand. When you spend all day trying to figure out what all the fuss was about. Then it hits you. It’s probably love, isn’t it, that always seems to fit, that makes you able to understand why everything’s in highest demand, why they do those things you couldn’t figure out, and you’re what all the fuss was about….

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021

If you’re reading this, you’ve been in a coma for the past twenty years. We don’t know what went wrong, but it’s worse than all our fears. The doctor messed up somewhere along the line, and now your life is simply running out of time. So even though everything you know right now is wrong, our tests show it hasn’t lasted for long, We are your real family and friends, and you might not remember, but you used to be…

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Welcome to insomnia: the book with no genre, the play with no drama, the eye with no cornea. The land of dreams that’s dead at the seems. It’s strange to live inside, because in a way, to hide, is to be what you are inside. Left to your own devices, you learn your own rights and treat yourself right. The darkness may engulf everything but the midnight wolf, and yet you know you’re still there, undaunted by the suffocating air….

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“Say cheese,” she said, even though she knew I wouldn’t. “Smile, for me,” she urged, even though she knew I couldn’t. There’s something mysterious about photos in a forest because if you’re lost among the trees, you can’t be a tourist because those drones stay in the cities, among money and parks; they couldn’t possibly understand, underestimate, the power of the barks. They talk to me, is what I have to say, to tell a story, but don’t you go…

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In short terms, it’s a long walk. It’s a long way over and a long way down, a long way up and a long way around. A bright way there and a bright way back, and bright way along the never ending track. The twists and turns never seem to end, the simple wood planks never seem to bend. But trust in me when I say that there will be a better day when that road can be better traveled…

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The clouds were like continents, trying to learn their constants, floating across the sky for compliments, and receiving them all the same. There was never war over a single star because they could stray so far as to be too far away. But they slowly found that the longer they were there the longer they realized their lives weren’t fair and even the clouds began to cry. But before we could realize what was wrong we had already spent far…

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Sit back and read the story of the universe– written in the stars, written in our scars, and we’ve never known worse. But that’s okay, since the stars keep shining, whinning, crying, and dying… The closest star to Earth is so far away that if it were to look back on us “today”, all it would see would be dinosaurs and meteors. And yet it still lights up our nights, still makes out constellations and hangs over our nations through…

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