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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required An apple falls on an energetic man. Sparks. Are we all made of stars or just anxious flames? Crayons for teeth and googly eyes in our nostrils- There are more monsters in our sketch pads than the closet. What is fear if not a rejection of our own lust? I paint anagrams on sidewalks And spray paint the library with lamb's blood. What morbid bulls**t. My music is like screaming hymns, The backbone of poetry. Can't write without the cacophony. Can't spell either, Just know the word I want to use. Is it sacrilegious to be an English major who can't spell? There are eyes in the tunnel, Glittering like fireflies. Haven't seen one of those since I moved to the city. Are my thoughts louder Or am I subconsciously thinking in a yell To make up for the cars honking? Never seen so many d**n streetlights. Maybe my poetry is fractured Because it's so f*****g noisy here. Haven't felt any privacy in two weeks, Too paranoid. The artwork in the A&H building makes me jealous. And intellectually hungry. Where are all the children? Need to color with a toddler to feel human again. Feels like everyone is blurring by And I'm stuck at a red light Pulsing pulsing pulsing There's more blood in me than sane thought processes And I think I'm allergic to stupid c***-hungry teenage boys. The attention is flattering But I'm oh-so-sick of hiding in my dorm room Staring at the toothpaste stain on my gray sheets.
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