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'In God, I breathe.' In Life, I don't.

His hands touch water under the bridge

but not the man who bathes there.

selective,

foreign fantasies deactivate my belief system.

an all knowing....

except Himself and His identity:

mr. melancholy is masked as mr. master. 

 

but the rhetorical wonderment in my mirror,

'to breathe or not to breathe'

that is the quest-

shin

to shin contact

is the last drum as clouds cover my blind observations.

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'In God, I breathe.' In Life, I don't.
His hands touch water under the bridge
but not the man who bathes there.


selective,

foreign fantasies deactivate my belief system.


an all knowing....

except Himself and His identity:
mr. melancholy is masked as mr. master. 
 

but the rhetorical wonderment in my mirror,

'to breathe or not to breathe'


that is the quest-
shin
to shin contact

is the last drum as clouds cover my blind observations.
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if it's not brick and mortar,

- he clicked and tore your

heart like the mirror you want to shatter.

what a lonely place this is.

digital recycling.

crafting alternate realities,

instead of fixing her own.

she wants a dream instead.

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if it's not brick and mortar,


- he clicked and tore your

heart like the mirror you want to shatter.

what a lonely place this is.

digital recycling.

crafting alternate realities,


instead of fixing her own.



she wants a dream instead.
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i don't want your pity. 

or prose.

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Written by istoppedtrying in portal Micropoetry
i don't want your pity. 

or prose.
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she hid

the hurt

yet found me

hiding

beneath the bed

with the monsters,

afraid of the growing boy above.

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she hid

the hurt

yet found me

hiding
beneath the bed

with the monsters,


afraid of the growing boy above.
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Written by istoppedtrying

my mother and the older women

changed the vegetable from salad to zucchini.

the pink blouse wasn't given justice,

limp on the clothesline

like the lettuce they didn't use.

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my father and the older men

sat with beer and barbecue

in lawn chairs on the grass I had mowed moments ago.

plotting the stock market and the next novel.

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me and the friends i was supposed to have

sit at the kids table,

cousins.

yet my uncle's friend is smaller,

Hawaiian shirt and khaki pants.

cockeyed facial expressions line

his face,

transferring dimples to the three-year olds

and the 'big brother' i don't feel like.

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my mother and the older women



changed the vegetable from salad to zucchini.


the pink blouse wasn't given justice,
limp on the clothesline

like the lettuce they didn't use.



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my father and the older men
sat with beer and barbecue


in lawn chairs on the grass I had mowed moments ago.

plotting the stock market and the next novel.



------

me and the friends i was supposed to have
sit at the kids table,


cousins.

yet my uncle's friend is smaller,

Hawaiian shirt and khaki pants.




cockeyed facial expressions line
his face,


transferring dimples to the three-year olds

and the 'big brother' i don't feel like.

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i am a boy,

in sheets cloaking.

you feel a man's strength

and a woman's wisdom

but a boy's ignorance.

a lasting impression to press the sin.

percussion

stopped the rhyme.

he combines cyan and cumin

to find them...

but loses her.

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i am a boy,
in sheets cloaking.

you feel a man's strength
and a woman's wisdom

but a boy's ignorance.

a lasting impression to press the sin.

percussion
stopped the rhyme.

he combines cyan and cumin
to find them...

but loses her.


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tears follow fears,

down the stream of mom's gravy.

good-less never grips a helping hand,

my sister loves the taste

yet hates the difference nobody sees.

i hear her hurl the

hurt like the frisbee Father

never threw.

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tears follow fears,

down the stream of mom's gravy.

good-less never grips a helping hand,

my sister loves the taste

yet hates the difference nobody sees.

i hear her hurl the

hurt like the frisbee Father

never threw.



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Don't garnish my gravestone

You call it detachment, I

call it an attack meant

on the incompleteness of life.

My life.

You tie it up in a cracking voice and black clothes,

the latter a more accurate representation of what my flesh

has been concealed beneath.

All the bowed heads...

to the beat of your pity party

are mere mimics, momentos on my

shelf-

life, lost.

'Expires 4/07/04.'

You are unnamed to me.

I know many of "you's,"

yet nothing

of he's, she's or they's.

My eyes ascend and manage to mannequin

the solemness from between

your cheek creases.

You are more dead than me.

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Don't garnish my gravestone
You call it detachment, I
call it an attack meant

on the incompleteness of life.
My life.

You tie it up in a cracking voice and black clothes,
the latter a more accurate representation of what my flesh
has been concealed beneath.

All the bowed heads...

to the beat of your pity party
are mere mimics, momentos on my
shelf-
life, lost.
'Expires 4/07/04.'

You are unnamed to me.

I know many of "you's,"
yet nothing
of he's, she's or they's.

My eyes ascend and manage to mannequin
the solemness from between

your cheek creases.

You are more dead than me.

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Write the longest grammatically sound alliteration you can possibly muster. The longest such alliteration's author wins $150 if, and only if, this challenge receives at least 300 entries. Editing is allowed.
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peter piper picked pickled peer pressure. positioned poison picks propriety. palpable pinches played profusely past porridge problems. prickled paid. pouring pain. pin-holed peers place pulp profoundly. pinwheel pleasures paid provocatively per property. passive pastor plastered pew; pinched penance. pick-pocketing pedals;

plaid pursuance. played panic portioned priceless port. perpendicular poverty path pleads parallel pulleys. painted pavement prayed pervasiveness. PowerPoint presentation plucked pooling poles. plopping pedestals packed packages; part photographer, part puppet.

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Write the longest grammatically sound alliteration you can possibly muster. The longest such alliteration's author wins $150 if, and only if, this challenge receives at least 300 entries. Editing is allowed.
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peter piper picked pickled peer pressure. positioned poison picks propriety. palpable pinches played profusely past porridge problems. prickled paid. pouring pain. pin-holed peers place pulp profoundly. pinwheel pleasures paid provocatively per property. passive pastor plastered pew; pinched penance. pick-pocketing pedals;
plaid pursuance. played panic portioned priceless port. perpendicular poverty path pleads parallel pulleys. painted pavement prayed pervasiveness. PowerPoint presentation plucked pooling poles. plopping pedestals packed packages; part photographer, part puppet.

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left foot on the lamppost,

leg bent at a ninety decree angel.

decried,

noise is nowhere.

yet some-

wear glass chandeliers as their boar's head.

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left foot on the lamppost,

leg bent at a ninety decree angel.

decried,

noise is nowhere.

yet some-

wear glass chandeliers as their boar's head.
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