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Best Poems Written by Jj Wiparina

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Sour Drinks

She'll be the queen of my decrepit ridgeline,
Her crown, heavy with my wasted want.
Never knows best, a fault of design.

Her tensions a dagger, a cunning divine,
A soul-bleeder, god as a vaunt.
She'll be the queen of my decrepit ridgeline.

The arson of anger will never confine,
For the plaid that’s been woven, I a gaunt
Never knows best, a fault of design.

I check the guest list for a name I can’t find,
A ghost of a promise, a lingering taunt.
She'll be the queen of my decrepit ridgeline.

I hate sour drinks, but I chug it all in time—
A golden apple; a jaunt.
Never knows best, a fault in design.

As the season passes, with its cruel incline,
I swallow one more time; her shadows daunt.
She'll be the queen of my decrepit ridgeline,
But never knows best, a faulty design.

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I saved this dance just for U

A rainy shoulders kiss
Traveling from peak to peak.
Once a weary well, still rooted in green.
She found herself greeting the spine of a haircap’s beam.
Like déjà Vu for the trees, only petrichor can fuel these roaring needs,
And as our strings entwine, let the leaves whirl in this time.
After all it’s our love, divine.

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Iron Man

I started to fly this time,
Injecting the inclusions of notable eyes.
They’re always calling me a name I can’t yet find.
But this is happiness right?
Ten-thousand years of life
Ten-thousand years that I bleed,
And I weep,
And I breathe the hue’s of an emperors sheet,
A fools’ gold left me with the sins of Adam & Eve

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Lamp

It's a sea, really
Leaves borne like boats on the breeze—
Autumn's salty sneeze.

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Module 3

Kicked at it, thought it was just
another cigarette butt
half-buried in street slime—
but it was a small, dead moth,
wings crushed, soft dust sticking
to my rubbery shoe.

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List of people I've kissed

Do you remember like I do, 
the way we’d jump with giddy— 
Or how we’d grit our teeth,
waiting for something to happen?

Your feeling,
A pulse that nipped the green off my leaves,
like I was holding something in my mouth,
something I couldn’t swallow.

A space between urge & action. 
A pause before the pull, 
where everything hangs, 
and nothing falls. 

A candle-age dream,
showing me how to walk.
A guardian spirit,
with the grace to talk. 

Fishing for a whale,
to break the tide. 

Pockets full of change from the wrong time—
I should trade them like marbles, 
so that in hopscotch, 
I only worry about tripping.

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Dance Into Light

Why are you sitting here playing with your shadows?
Your bitter sadness is building too much gunk inside your mind.
Let the past go.
Wash away your tears and let the pain flow.
Scrub each thorn till it spills, leave them hollow.
Grit down your teeth; drag a match against the haze,
Let it split open, watch it dance in a maze.
Lips cracking, fingers numb, but my pulse still hums.
A drowning ache in the echo chamber of a hollow.

(C) CRAIG J. BURT & GilaVamp 10/25/24

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Rat

I followed a rat,
I watched it burn.
I followed a rat into the church, 
It saw a light but I watched it burn. 
I followed a rat, dressed in all white—
The rat grew wings, but still, it burned.

I carried a mouse,
I watched it rise.
I carried a mouse into the church,
It found the wine, yet I watched it rise.
I carried a mouse, dressed in Roman Olive—
The mouse burned wings, yet I watched it rise.

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God of the Black Flames

Silent sentinels rise from the tide,
bones of steel, nourished, refined.
Like Canti, a lord forged from the mind,
bound to the earth for the ones who cry.
Painted for the hymn of adults—
swinging a bat for freedom of lies.

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Jan 20

It was but for a moment that the world was truly mine, 

silence swallowing the alley of Shriver as a crow circled the gray skin in the sky.

I wanted to borrow its wings; I wanted to Fly.

It was but a moment I felt needed documenting, I don’t know why.