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- Scratch That at allpoetry
There is no silhouette in the day light
no soft shadow to investigate - Rescue at allpoetry
I knew the day would come
when I’d rescue you, if only - 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
