Long Eyeliner Poems

REGGIE WHITE SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS AT UNIVERSITY MALL THE DAY YJAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY PLOTTED TO HAVE ME MURDERED OVER MY POETRY THE KILLERS LAY AWAITING FOR ANDREWS TAHOE TO PULL IN THEY PARKED IN FRONT...

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Sipping cherry limeade, driving in the car parade, 
we're cruising in the Lone Star state.
Didn't want a bucket seat; the thing it couldn't beat, 
was sitting up close to your date.
One hand on the wheel...

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Nylon waste is often akin to a brushed out stable, manger, or stall. But brushing the carpet is often a resemblance of a swirling cloud of dust and tobacco shards and tobacco shards are not...

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The Killing Field”

Ariana nodded, tremolo fingers,
and they ran across the killing field,
watching the steel-toed kite ascend—
a fleeting instant of triumph in the vacuum.
Josh scoffed as it dipped,
both caught in the pull of the abyss,
falling but...

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The Killing Field”

Ariana nodded, tremolo fingers,
and they ran across the killing field,
watching the steel-toed kite ascend—
a fleeting instant of triumph in the vacuum.
Josh scoffed as it dipped,
both caught in the pull of the abyss,
falling but...

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Welcome to society
Where you feel worthless and small.
You are judged for being ordinary
And judged for being different
Than everyone else.
If I have the same shoes as someone
I’m a copier
If I'm wearing something others think is ugly,
Apparently,...

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open …
I keep my eyes open
to watch you as you kiss me
to think on all that you are thinking
all the carnal thoughts that
might be stirring behind those lids
our lashes so close …
like little feathers that...

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Hey, Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me—
in the jingle-jangle morning, I’ll follow you.
Like my nan, slippers tapping,
buttered toast, kitchen radio.
She’d sway while evening’s empire turned to sand,
vanishing from her hand,
eyes wide, still not...

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Her hair was red, frizz with frost
Crisped, solidity, warmth was lost

Porcelain skin, eyes of deep blue
Hair falling in wisps, reminds you of someone, 
you likely once knew

how her voice danced, twirled dangerously in a box
of...

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I was five when I first saw her getting hit 
I did not think of it as something big 
I had known of it before and knew it will stay at home 
The implications not...

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An angelic figure glides among the damned
One who is not quite angel, yet not quite so much as human
More like something in between the lines of both barely hanging onto the title
With eyes that paralyze,...

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Samra comes here often Pretending she wants to buy stuff Or is looking for something
What she is really look for though is me
She wants to know who iam
She wants to know what I do
She wants...

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I sit on the toilet...
planning my choice of clothing,
hairstyle, makeup and daily chores.
Using my eyeliner for writing
a reminder to myself on the toiletpaper,
and make me complete.
Leaving the bathroom aware that 
I used my reminder and...

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I try to push away
she said

As I lit my cigarette in hand
The gleam from the fire made my eyes squint
and gave me a sub version of her face.

All I glimpsed was red bitten lips and...

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in the sea of lipstick & matching eyeliner 
you need to check your hands quickly---
oh watchers of beauty pageants for little girls
it just might be that you never really
developed those thumbs like the 
rest of...

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Her black stilettos
Graze the cracking pavement, the concrete
Exhausted
Through years of constant contact
Neglected.
They click rhythmically-
Her routine on this avenue well rehearsed,
Every footstep tonight
Falls with the same 
Deliberation
As last night.
The moon, barely crescent-shaped tonight,
Smirks with unbearable cruelty,
Tomorrow...

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Loving her was like shaking hands with the devil
Lady gangsters, vixens and spies
Feeling pretty, staying young
He is my rosy, rosy, rosy boy

Trying to make my eyes look like a deep ocean
Atlantic blue eyeliner and party...

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This body
This body is a lie 
Taught that this body 
Is only pretty 
Because it is honey 
Because I didn't stay in 
The sun too long
Because I reflect my father 
And my grandfather 
Who was...

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When I was thirteen years young, I filleted my upper right thigh.
47 times.
In one night.
In one hour.
I wrote suicide notes,
Every night. 
I folded them up and put them in a drawer where the hid.
Similar to...

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“Buy me a scarf” she said and curled her toes through snow to demonstrate the color of
numbness..

“Buy me a scarf and I'll wrap our memories around my neck, you can watch me smile in
storms as...

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Hell breaks loose through the trusting door
Whining its splintering, wooden hinges
Claws wrapping onto the arches beyond
Gnarled feet pressed on the threshold
Lower limbs jingling with sparky anklets
Ready to catapult and kick with spitting mouth
To shove its...

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Of some mad American empire 
were Angels rage in the suicidal age
Of TV stars and failed billionaires 
Upstart demagogues tyrannical 
Wanta-bes who rule with lies on knees of glass
And feet of tin, and rings of...

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J D Vance has such smoky, smoldering eyes, doesn’t he?
The way those baby blues coruscate, as if from the darkness.
Are those shadows natural? No, it’s eyeliner, of course, but on
a 40-year-old man it’s called guyliner.

Any...

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Wonder what you was thinking ,when you could of had something better,I know you missing them golden moments,cause she's fed up,no lipstick on her face, no eyeliner to wipe away,you couldn't even give her 10...

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i write your name on the bus seat just behind the exit sign. 
i drift away in a asylum; no not the one where i should be, but the one that i call 
my happy...

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