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, re-creasing, refolding
just tracing my fingers back

fingers 
    feeling the paper
and beyond

A three-minute fold
times 10 now

Even if I...

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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
 
 
 
judgment came yesterday
 
Autumn leaves began their journey
 
as my night was laid to rest
 
the walls started falling down
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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 away in pieces.
Still, the senses torment: 
Vacant voices, ghostly glimpses,
Wafts of faint perfume -
Your phantom scent 
The worst kind of...

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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.


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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 my creasing lines with wear marks,
Time isn't well kept with its adolescent sporadic tock,
Certain to be set to be kept...

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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 the road wishing for a way out to unload

But I'm quick to rise and whisper in your ear
'This would not...

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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 to surfeit

Scrubbed and freshened from bath salts
I prepare for my vintage treat
The shaded candles are lit while
The fragrance of jasmine...

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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 John Mayer.

Memories of you smiling, 
That smile with your eyes,
Crinkling up,
Creasing,
Happiness.

Memories of looking for that flower from Italy.
Turning on the...

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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 to place a foot there.

A phoenix swooped, festooned in fire’s colors.
A monkey stole a man’s visage, and made play there.

Time...

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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 always a week ahead;

trying to claw back
a sense of permanence

as it lingers in a cold sweat. Windows
crack with discomfort; the...

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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 puppy love
as if it is something tangible, 
him, always one to rip
the band aid from the wound, 
quick and with...

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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 fine lines
As the skate curves along the icy floor
Like a child scribbling indecipherable incurvates
My creasing destiny, on my palm I...

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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 the night at war?
If only you could open up and let this traveller in,
There could be a-something done about hushing...

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Death shrouds each
ancillary moment
Pain lashed without reason
A blind game against the sun

Humans turn against dirt
Where they search
Thoughtless configuration
My sense
Of cryogenic soul hovering

Imbuing fluids, mystery without expression
And creasing against
The wind of ideas
My only source of direction

When you speak germane
Fertilizer falls out
With no patience
To encircle the pants
You...

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

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