Cuticles Poems - Poems about Cuticles

... When he was young. I thought he was old. It never occurred to me that I might be wrong. That old wouldn’t show up for years and years, decades even. He wasn’t tall like my grandfather. But he was......

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...I am in many rooms trapped with death Or waiting for death to get there Like this one time. It was a salon My nails were done neon blue With heena flowers With a splash running down to the ti......

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... love … a crutch for you but you wear it like a Prada suit matching handbag, of course, to keep your toys in … (mostly men … alphabetically) six-inch Blahnik stilettos for crushing egos wit......

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... Written: February 13, 2023 ____________________________________________ An anathema for, pilose nettle burns, an art form of unstable feathers, tropes across the ivory cuticle......

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... Written: February 07, 2024 ___________________________________ It appears as if the world has been  coated by a wave of  deceitful dictums,   where faked reality   a......

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...Look look it’s crazy I’m the one they want to represent Young black girl,I can probably be the president I’m the voice of the youth,you heard my tone I think it’s evident I know who I am, they mis......

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...A former friend of mine tricked me into becoming something I am not The volunteer President of our condo association, a position I clearly cannot afford midst trifling disassociations. We ......

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...I breathe fire. I'll turn you to stone with my stare, And I'll collect you like I've collected the others. Line you up among the rest Like a toy soldier just To knock you down, Repeat. M......

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...O, Valencia's prized possession, perfected in your prime, to pluck you without resistance from a beaming, bowing branch... Gravity's gentle transaction would roll like attraction into my open pa......

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...I have been riding on the same waves for a hundred years I have been telling the same tales for more than fifty years One generation has passed another has come and this old dry biscuit is still s......

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...In spring gaze into my hazel eyes see distant horizons flat-lining the congolese savannah, touching bruised clouds against your creamy skin, hives peppered with puce contusions your pu......

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...Run run run frm ya demons run run run its duck season Run run run frm da wizard run run run frm da blizzard Da lizard king skin ripper Run frm ya visions Run run run frm division Redrum refl......

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...QUIRKS A chewing the side of the tongue, No it's not gum Rub the corner-point of my collar with two fingers Sucking on my lower lip While skeeting spit between my two front teeth Rub my elbo......

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...Lights catch random particles, drawing attention to the eye. Heart beats out of rythm. Smoke clouds magically appear as thoughts bluntly dissipate. Into thin air goes the brain, gliding down memory l......

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...Oxygen is depleting from what remains within the confines of which, a means to an end, lie guarded. Watch as hope disappears within the aftermath of this wreckage, which was constructed-meticulou......

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