Long Sopped Poems

Rosebuds draft in scarlet, crimson, or maroon,
dreams to capture the viewer's point of view,
as its blossom's sheath their basis to its prune,
magnificent achievers rise in rows queue,
as the loss of age cast their field of...

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late …

summer eventide ...
I lay on the rug,
head by the window,
feet tended in the direction away
from your house ...
deliberately ... designedly ...
full moon drizzling its
cornflower bloom thru venetians,
dividing into soft, dripping
strips of liquid sapphire
that slather...

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Agent Patrick Chaves 

in the beginning of this month, I was contacted by 
family relation telling me of a quick way to make 
some extra money by investing in gift cards and he
connected me to...

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I'm lookin' for somethin'
To make me feel better.
I'm kinda sad, maybe blue,
And most of it's because of you!

Gonna shop til I drop
Courtesey of you.
Then head to the bar
And have me a few.

I might throw a...

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YOU AIN'T COUNTRY
 If you've never...
 Swept the front yard (No, not the porch but the yard),
 Played under the porch (Yes, under)
 Intentionally eaten dirt
 (Not just any dirt, mind you, that good ole
...

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Every day we woke up hungry.
We ate our little bowls of freedom 
At the breakfast table.
Then Momma washed the breakfast dishes.

In the summer,
Momma grew maters and beets.
She stooped in earnest to keep us fed.
We sopped...

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What a daughter am I? 
To fall astray
What a wretch to leave the way
I’ve failed again
Fallen harder this time
On a step that never tripped me before
Am I growing weaker? 
Or have I just sopped trying...

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Wolves are howling in the midnight mist,
like a scorned lover who had just been kissed.
Their howls are deep and profoundly heard,
dragging their prey that's just been lured.
Tearing through flesh with all of their might,
satisfying their...

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I chose my own destiny 
No matter how my story seems
I make my own path
No matter what you say
My spirtit is free
I am not able to be held back
My spirit is as wild as my...

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With locked jaw frustration resembling pain,
with a mind bubbling over releasing so as not to go insane
I write....
From the corner of my mind that rocks back and forth
along side the pitiful person who knows not...

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