Best Creasing Poems

I tried folding a paper crane again the other day
  and  it didn't turn out right

tracing back my folds,
I knew I missed somewhere

unfolding,...

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our hearts were once joined,
 
now apart the degrees
 
of separation are burning,
 
my wounds are weeping 
 
there is no other day
 
 
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Memories move like shadows,
A slow and mocking waltz
Across a backdrop of loss.
Breakable as glass, tiny fissures
Through my mind.
Malleable as sand - eroded by time, 
Washed...

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Traced backwards through dreams gone—
Saw a cobblestone path creasing palm of land
Slowly, images ripened beneath memory’s dawn
Faded, pattering feet stroking stone into sand.


2010.10.


NOTICE: I'd like...

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Technological age.
Advancement of advancement,
Digital acceleration unlimited.

Gifted and pocketed,
This watch,
Dull dark silver,
True and tested mechanic,
Short and sturdy chain,
Analogue accuracy.

It fits comfortably in my jeans pocket,
Ages alongside...

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As our eyes locked in the tiny rearview mirror I could see your fear
jerking your arms in a sudden movement
to veer to the side of...

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Creasing Out Happiness

My little luxuries of life I refuse to barter
With Solomon's or Queen Sheba's treasures
Its ecstasy bewitches and beguiles me
As pirates to laden vessels...

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Memories of you talking,
Simply talking to me,
About your day,
About a new song you heard lately,
About how you like worn out jeans,
And how you fangirl over...

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Bruce

A lumbering man, 
audibly achily, stepped to the
floor’s center.
Had there been a spotlight, he’d’a shone.

His arms unfurled.
His hips spun.
His soles, silent
as he padded here,
then twisted...

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Imagine the weight of the air in that house
which in the summer months would strangle you,
wearing heated gloves. Tough luck.
A gulf of emotion that is...

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I'm still wearing the
red lusted lipstick he hates
as I try to explain that
it's impossible to
wash this disease away.
My father says I'm
a picture of teenage cliches,
mourning...

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A Flower Through the Snow (or The Traveler)

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Why is it always the merriment that’s rattling at the door,
In the middle of the day that keeps...

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A skating I go
On the thin ice of life.
A skating I go 
On the thin ice of love.

On the fine sheet of ice, I draw...

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It happened the first day of Spring:
a cuckoo in drag tried to sing;
the lambs and the chicks
were getting their kicks
by b*tching about all 'her' bling.

The...

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Steel water in milky mist
Ripples creasing the duck’s vee
The boat’s horn blaring...

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