Long Stapled Poems

when I met you, I was dying. for the very first time in my life, but certainly not the last- you made sure of that
when I met you I was dying. I hadn’t eaten in...

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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-meticulously seeking absolute perfection…; only...

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From the error of my ways 
in the blink of one's eyes 
falling backwards I called out 
Oh God please save me
Inside the crunch mercy echoed 
as warm blood soaked the hands 
running through fingers...

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So never do I want so truly never, never to be bound bruised under sorrow’s frown.
So never do I want so truly never ever to be found fused under sorrow’s crown.

So, so always have you...

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Unquotable quotes: Olympic Antics – XXXIII

Why do Judo-kas bother to wear anything at all since all they do is to try their very best to undress one another before hugging themselves on the mat?
Wrestlers at...

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as the Crystal Mariachis arpeggiate the morning
why do the mighty remain cruel
while we are manning the oars beneath them
they see a tidy world
where mommy wipes their butts
you got your allegory you got your metaphor
plowing the...

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I walked in and was hit by the familiar smell of fear and disinfectant 
then wrapped my sweater tighter from the cold and discomfort. 
I glanced fleetingly into desperate, tearful eyes
bruised egos, painful cries and...

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I think the beauty in living comes along when we shirk our heavy coats
And our white-knuckle approximation of old, flake-away skin, which we have
Stapled back onto ourselves—
The faces we’ve taught everyone to believe:
Just dumb enough...

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the face on show reveals an issue
I see you looking I see I pissed you
pick your choosing which insult to use
insight you're amusing I see through you
think you've found my insecurity
stand assuredly sure of me
but...

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I watch as we all march blindly into the swells feet first,
scraping the ocean floor with drudgery
drowning in this academia, with starfish and sandcastles
and sentiments that wash away with each coming of the tide

We haven't...

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Having it all means being satisfied with what I have. It means being happy with the gifts God gives me on a day to day basis, which I usually am not. Why? Because I am...

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When you kiss me I get those feeling
You know the feelings,
First the one that most will describe as "butterflies" 
But with you they are not"butterlies"they are fluttering and tickleing,
But, after awhile, they are sliceing and...

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She sunk toes into the soft unsettled sand of the blue waves ashore
Moment by moment was all she could grapple
She took one step forward, as the sand bit each nerve with coolness of the ocean
Moment...

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All this hair, curly and strong
Wiping around the cheeks surrounding the eyes
swiping it from where  they cut and stapled
Growing in storms dark brown and white as 
a Winter snow who am I who will...

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senators seeing stapled starkers
Loopholes. Lanky long. Llama Klamath llama please do not lean on those bent gables. For gables are gargling and gargling sounds very eerily similar to a gaggle of geese. Mission endeavour is...

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Will the lady ever move on?
This lady I don't even know, whose anguish tugs at the strings of my soul.
I see her now and again.
She smiles at times yes, but at the same time I...

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Some have the right to bear arms 
But I appreciate pens rather then commotions,
 Homicides, aiding in brawls,
 Or in middle class genocides
, car alarms, sirens in the distant horizon
 Of my suburban neighborhood
 Hearing...

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An ordinary 
Work day
Coworkers hunched 
In cubicles
Or in open areas 
Suddenly, a voice
Someone is here to see you
Looking up
I saw an elderly gentleman
With a brightly colored package in his hand 
Who simply said,
Hello, I hope...

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Chapters of this Woman

Who am I?
An unread story — 
a book whose cover is waiting to be opened 
for my pages to be stroked, to be turned,
my words to be ingested — to be heard.
Who...

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MARKED CONFEDENTAL, THE EVELOPE WAS SEALED WITH GLUE.
WHAT WAS INSIDE WAS AGAIN IN A SMALLER EVELOPE SEAL, "BEWARE OF LEAKING INFORMATION!" WHICH WAS WRITTEN IN THE LEFT CORNER.
AGIN I OPENED AN EVELOP AND A ANOTHER...

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I refuse to mourn
Your death
Mr. Dead President! 

I refuse to sit here
And pretend to have forgotten 
How much your own people 
Waited to experience the sweetness
 Of a time like this!

I refuse my conscience
To feel...

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One last chance.
Tonight!
Salvation will be found.
Eyes no longer stapled closed.
You've  taught me to stand on my own.
We have built this foundation with our own bare hands.
A creation built upon cement.
Nothing can jeapordize the plans.
We...

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. . . = . . . + . - . """
Dimple dash dalmatians speak mostly in monosyllabic format. Barking once or twice is an overlay. A symptom of subjecting the subconscious flow to tune...

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I’d like to pretend that my hands aren’t dirty 

from the soap of mental suppression,

that the callouses are from hard work,

and not from picking my bones back up

off the floor on a daily basis;

ragged, dry,...

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Dimple dash dalmatians speak mostly in monosyllabic format. Barking once or twice is an overlay. A symptom of subjecting the subconscious flow to tune into remarks made by flying bull carriers. When accompanying a large...

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