Rectangle Poems - Poems about Rectangle

... Johre White Light penetrates Gaia she opens Her lava oozes the Violet Flame fountains of Sophi-El spring containing silver fish we eat them Not Johre reward >> Inte......

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... My phone died this week. I’ve ordered a new one— I’d like to say I’ve enjoyed the silence, just lo-fi music playing, slipping into a flow state. But I’d be lying. Only a handful of friends t......

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...It was a ghostly orb obscured by smog— glowing faintly yellow at the center and fading to amber, then ochre, raw sienna, and finally umber— as if the light itself were turning into smoke—......

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... False, mechanical eyes see across the city Their connectors neatly hitting your brain stem with tiny signals It’s amazing what technology can do these days what your technology can do Y......

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...BLINDING FLASHES FROM MY EYE SOCKET BEING CRUSHED MY NASAL ARCH NOSE FRACTURE RHINOPLASTY SURGERY HELPS WITH MY AIRWAYS THE SEVERE TRAUMA ON IMPACT SEVERE CAR ACCIDENT TWO MEN ON A LADDER ADJUSTING T......

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...Sometimes I feel out of place, like I'm a triangle in a circle hole. I have too much in some sides whilst I lack a bit too much at some. It's hard to fit in a place you're not meant to be in. Espe......

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...catalyse of chalk circles sooted box, reveals the vortex inside stakes open her eyes pries into her private life draws blood with madness insists a deep cut of ties ......

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...Everything is now a shade of a colour Nothing is defined anymore No longer are the edges clear Moments of light Moments of dark But one blurs into the other My better judgement tells me ......

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...In the drawing. Flat paper on the coffee table. I’m in it. Crayons? Markers? Shaking in my hands. Sadness confined to a rectangle. My mom looks over and wonders. I’m not crying, it’s just mark......

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...This was last Saturday night. We were at a rooftop party in downtown New Haven thrown by ‘DocHouse.’ Doc-House is kind of a frat-house, owned by Dr. Melon, where he and seven doctoral students live. ......

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...I feel you from miles away the pain and the smiles without a word to say Not just the big things but the smallest of small if something happens to you I feel it all. We don’t move as one ......

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...We’re in NYC - at last - on Christmas vacation, and it feels like a pardon. It’s amazing what can happen in just a few wild and change-filled hours. One minute, seemingly, you’re in a picture post......

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...The system is breaking their backs; the system is stealing their frock. I woke up this morning in the midnight hours after taking a nap for only one hour, I had no appointment or assignment,. I ju......

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...This part of me is searching for you, I have knocked on every door and surveyed every shore but the other part of me was not there. I have a glimpse of what you are like; the mysteries are bound u......

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...I watch you from afar Read the words that flow from your brain It's hard to watch a flame burn Not being able to get too close Not being able to reach out I'm behind this glass on a small box ......

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