Long Unoriginal Poems

As darkness absorbed in my reveries, my usual lapse accommodated itself in height of melancholy but not in this conscience. Then I found myself in my room and my window opened. Everything in upheaval, a...

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Dreams are unoriginal, and movement's traditional
 So keep moving, everyone’s watching and scoring your every move
 The feeling it could pay out has severed away somehow
 And every time it works out, you'd like to...

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This is a broken emptiness
So surrounded in fixedness you can't get at it
All I've ever wanted, I'm that
But in disorder
Unoriginal amongst poets
My drama is bound, I won't let it out
All doors remain shut
I dare not...

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at last he knows what
has been kicking his ass all these years
living a slow trauma smelling of empire
guardians of civilization on strike or asleep
concluding that non-conformists are all alike
but wait I am harsh this is...

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Peter was able to see some of the ant-like Macy's Thanksgiving parade by leaning suicidally over the 50th floor balcony. I go into fight-or-flight panic if I get anywhere near the railing. The parade passes...

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While you waited, he slipped comfortably into her panties.

Sometimes less is not more, it's just short of enough.

Rather than saving for a rainy day you should buy an umbrella today.

If you are reaching for the...

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It’s a peculiar feeling, isn’t it? To be one of 8 billion. To surely be the one and only soul to have unique experiences, immersive suffering, triumphs—

Ha. 

A peculiar feeling to be sure, to be...

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Watching & waiting while in hiding
and faking
Views for the taking but unaware
what is waiting
Freezing & shaking but is it fear or
its weather?
Snapshots for the taking posing for 
them cuz it's clever

Good best & better to...

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Strangeness
Seeing the play of the book I hadn't read
Ocean at the End of the Lane

I've read no Neil Gaiman (though when I was 19 my then boyfriend went to a book signing and said I'd...

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All I need is a coffee and some Advil
A little selective remembering will help.

Caring is far too inconvenient.
Your indifference is startling.

Your beauty is unoriginal
And it unoriginally takes my breath away.
When I saw you, our eyes...

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A broken promise, demoralized man who is incapable of being true, 	
A thoughtless coward, oblivious clown, this is what I think of you,

A woeful chicken, a runaway guy is how you're now portrayed,
A selfish critter,...

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Fallen upon knees in ashes of pipe dreamer’s infatuation 
chimera's collective stardust reigning through macrocosms,
world spins counterclockwise unrealistically bound hiatus
stained glass mirrors fracture in rhetorical opposition,
earthly beings condensed to mere commonplace residue
threadbare allegiances written on...

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Empty bottles scattered across the linoleum floor
Just like the futile coke bags floating in your toilet bowl
Both still congested with the lost memories that occurred last night
Blacking out under the twilight
Stars crashing down on the...

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Your beauty is unoriginal
And it unoriginally takes my breath away.
When I saw you, our eyes did not meet
Creating
Manic ripples of uncontrollable fears
Concerning my shortcomings.

Your beauty
		as it goes
Allows you a life free from expectations
Selfish lovely thing.
Attaining...

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My daddy—he once told me
don’t ever play with nuns
they’ll hit you with their rulers
it won’t be any fun

I snuck out of that prison
and now I’m on the run

Once freed from that schoolhouse
I sunbathed in the...

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As unshaped as water, as filthy as streets, as hard as rocks:-
The separation we create
I remember our memories, I turn in pride 
I remember the days…, how we used to pass them by
I remember the...

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Rice is necessary for eating Chinese food, at least in America
So, if you have intention of stealing my rice when I am getting seconds
face my rice bowl retribution

You use so much make-up I cant tell...

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Fools dance among the moon lit harvest,

Celebrating dusk and all its artificial glories,

While speaking of their tainted loves,
They become motivated by unoriginal stories,

But only light can kill these storms,
And only love can make their blood...

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You could say we never met
But I let you into my world
Muse come down from on high
In person personified,
Forever intertwined 

Moving in different directions
Still you will remain
A part of my poem
Gentle and kind,
Forever intertwined

You were...

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Where are the magpies?
Where the ruined cathedrals
where are the birds
that once made their homes
in the hollow heads of saints?

Here all dwell in the new or the old
the days between are bulldozed,
the waste rubble resold.

Crowds seek...

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Light at the end of the tunnel is an old clichet that imparts wisdom
to words that are usually not too appealing.
Clichets describe thoughts with no new original feeling.
Saved by the bell will only apply to...

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Fight the algorithms
that tell us what to do,
to make us predictable,
unoriginal and bankable.

Have you witnessed how
increasingly bland and homogenous
our lives are becoming?

Choose freedom
avoid the diaries of commerce
that riff on the ubiquity of apps

resist the reductive...

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Red lips I see them in dreams
Bare chest I wish I felt it here
I wish I could have everything with you
A connection spiritual, and also one  in the physical

I want to be the one...

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Fell into this rabbit hole
I went down down down,
Into another Country
I Hit the ground ground ground,
Fell in love with danger
Until it bit like a snake,
I Realized I was surrounded by the 
Fake fake fakes,
Now climbing...

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I am far from enamoured by the Rose.
The colour most gifted is often red.
Unoriginal it is mostly chose.
Men lay soft petals upon lover’s bed.

Do women not imagine so much more?
Other flowers that will not prick...

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