Spit Out Poems - Poems about Spit Out

... This is the story of a woman unknown. On top of green hill that rose above a village There was a tiny white cottage that sat for all to see The clouds brushed on its roof And......

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...From the outside it might look like my life has improved, But in spite of how I like to be viewed, I’ve never had to bite my tongue as often as I have in these last few months. Just gotta chew o......

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...You have no idea who I am, I am not the one who’ll move the mountains, I am the one trying to climb them, And I am not happy with myself. I am a stranger in my own body, I am everyone’s punching......

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...As I drink from that strange fountain. I’m going to give you a single clue. And tell you where the treasure lies. The whole treasure, Could take hours to explain through the sparkles. I hav......

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... I've been served lots of unappetizing things that simply did not please my palette. Being force fed with bitter or insincere words is unappealing presented as a crisp green salad. I would......

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... “Tessellate” on the surface it’s easy to see we tessellate inadvertent decorative ostentatious flirtatious lives taking risks with the other sides planned str......

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...( a college life vignette) It’s Thursday morning, usually no one’s favorite, but this one seems sugary new, as if beamed in from a different, better universe. The clouds look fluffy and f......

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...This place looks so familiar. I’ve climbed these walls before. It isn’t deja-vu just a deep sense of foreboding. As I wander through this dream I know the monster ‘round the corner. It is me! It......

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...the damned alarm howls at 5 a.m. like a thirsty rabid dog in the dark. I throw my bones into a threadbare suit, and drag my carcass out the door. the streetlights flicker, dying gods, the free......

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.... It's not az that bottle no one ever really found washed up spit out from thuh sea It's this bottle i stood mine thewz ......

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...Begin with a groove, some delicious, soulful melodies interwoven with genres including jazz, neo-soul, lo-fi hip-hop, jazz sub-genres/  with spoken word tricks in the mix with programmed drums, turn......

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...Can the textile, woven soft, Wrapped round cushions, made for traded monies, Hold through wear and treads of bones, spent by those to be beneath me? What is made for you, me and we-- Rather tha......

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...What if I tore up the map - not gentle, but ruthless, ripping until the roads bled white, and let my feet kiss the dirt like they were born to wander? What if I spit out the words I’ve swallo......

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...White throat open to the sky— I swallow light, spit out beauty Like bloody stars Dawn splits me open. There is no gentleness here: I break Into a fierce being Pink wounds flowering In ......

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...What is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen? A flower, white and pure, in a field of debris. The lily maiden, a lotus in the troubled oceans, sprouting and unfolding, emerging amidst gla......

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