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no

no \\ adverb. 1. a negative used to express dissent, denial, or refusal. 2. what your mother insists when you beg to leave the house after dark / because she has lost faith in the midway / and the men who serve you coca-colas at the state fair / who swat flies and offer you drinks on the house / if you kiss them on their cheeks. 3. a shake of the head / when he asks you to dance / a hand to his hip / when he twirls you anyway. 4. the pit that forms in your stomach when he calls you a pretty young thing / asks for your number / asks if you’ve got a boyfriend / asks if you’ll meet him out back / behind the dumpsters / where no one will see you, baby. 5. the prayer you weep when his will smothers yours. 6. a whistle / a stun gun / a dagger disguised as eyeliner / lipstick pepper spray / brass knuckles / car keys / mercy. 7. the first word you teach your daughter.

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no \\ adverb. 1. a negative used to express dissent, denial, or refusal. 2. what your mother insists when you beg to leave the house after dark / because she has lost faith in the midway / and the men who serve you coca-colas at the state fair / who swat flies and offer you drinks on the house / if you kiss them on their cheeks. 3. a shake of the head / when he asks you to dance / a hand to his hip / when he twirls you anyway. 4. the pit that forms in your stomach when he calls you a pretty young thing / asks for your number / asks if you’ve got a boyfriend / asks if you’ll meet him out back / behind the dumpsters / where no one will see you, baby. 5. the prayer you weep when his will smothers yours. 6. a whistle / a stun gun / a dagger disguised as eyeliner / lipstick pepper spray / brass knuckles / car keys / mercy. 7. the first word you teach your daughter.
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cry wolf

they say i cried wolf but i was shouting / calling out the ones who said they built my mountain / claimed i only climbed the peak / only chose to speak after they'd all spoken 

nah / i built this land with these hands too / grown this man from his mama's roots / when i leave you'll feel the avalanche / catch yourself before you fall through / watch me quake and make the ladies loose / one day you'll see you lost your grasp on glory cause you're blinded from the soot

got too many people asking their mama's if i'm a fraud / not enough tugging on their jackets looking up and asking if i'm god / got so many girls on their knees / begging baby please that i might need my own cross

hands nailed to the board / i can tell she's wanting more / thinks i'm her savior / she's praying later i'll press my body against hers / when she sees i'm hung like the son of god she parts her legs like the sea / opens her mouth / begs for rain so i come a downpour / drown her between my knees

she doesn't ask me where i've been but asks me to take her there / i tell her it's my turn to steer / wrap my fingers in her hair / baby in the backseat / stick shift / straight up / always out of fuel cause she can never get enough

she's real good like a lady / when i ask her to taste me / on my chest she licks the sweat / on my breath she smells the gin / she says i taste like dollar bills but she kisses me like i'm mint

baby even roars when i'm tame / start real slow / let her go / but it always ends the same / tastes the heat in the night / she says she wants to take a bite / when she opens her lips and howls baby i'm the one to blame / cause when she cries wolf she's only screaming my name

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cry wolf
they say i cried wolf but i was shouting / calling out the ones who said they built my mountain / claimed i only climbed the peak / only chose to speak after they'd all spoken 

nah / i built this land with these hands too / grown this man from his mama's roots / when i leave you'll feel the avalanche / catch yourself before you fall through / watch me quake and make the ladies loose / one day you'll see you lost your grasp on glory cause you're blinded from the soot

got too many people asking their mama's if i'm a fraud / not enough tugging on their jackets looking up and asking if i'm god / got so many girls on their knees / begging baby please that i might need my own cross

hands nailed to the board / i can tell she's wanting more / thinks i'm her savior / she's praying later i'll press my body against hers / when she sees i'm hung like the son of god she parts her legs like the sea / opens her mouth / begs for rain so i come a downpour / drown her between my knees

she doesn't ask me where i've been but asks me to take her there / i tell her it's my turn to steer / wrap my fingers in her hair / baby in the backseat / stick shift / straight up / always out of fuel cause she can never get enough

she's real good like a lady / when i ask her to taste me / on my chest she licks the sweat / on my breath she smells the gin / she says i taste like dollar bills but she kisses me like i'm mint

baby even roars when i'm tame / start real slow / let her go / but it always ends the same / tastes the heat in the night / she says she wants to take a bite / when she opens her lips and howls baby i'm the one to blame / cause when she cries wolf she's only screaming my name
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blame prometheus all you want,

say the fucker stole your fire,

but know this—

you always were a slow burn

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Written by paintingskies in portal Micropoetry
blame prometheus all you want,
say the fucker stole your fire,
but know this—
you always were a slow burn
#micropoetry 
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dust to dust

to the sawdust that raised me

and blew me back to life—

i am trying not to come home

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dust to dust
to the sawdust that raised me
and blew me back to life—
i am trying not to come home
#poetry  #micropoetry 
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portrait of a woman

we were too young to be legends but he wanted to leave his mark, so he used my skin as his canvas. i accepted. i bit my lips, plugged my ears, and closed my eyes, emptying my body of all it had to offer so it would be ripe for the harvest, ready to be coated.

his favorite color was violet. he dotted my cheeks with bursts of blue, drizzled some red in the background and let it clot. added ice to counteract the swelling as the black faded to yellow. he framed it so he was superman and i was a soundbite. his fist, my breath, speech balloons. he called it pop art.

when he wanted to keep things simple, he'd smash my teeth into a mosaic, just to kiss each piece and place them in rows and columns, rows and columns, each line etched by god. he collected the colors my gums bled in vials. he called me a stain. he would not work with pigments that had no purpose, he would not rest until my mouth decomposed to silence, until my molars aligned with the nails on the floorboards and all of my matter was squared away in boxes with walls ready to rupture.

eventually he knocked them over like dominoes and swept them to the side. cubism, he said, does not look good on you. he asked me to pose with him and i obliged. i wanted to be good for something. as we undressed, he asked me not to make a scene, told me his art was only a summary but it still had meaning, said if i thought i was more than a crude expression of reality then i was dreaming, called me a stain. he said he wished he had chosen a pigment that he didn't have to strain. he told me to detach my head from my soul and let him in, let him in, let his motifs cull. he drew his brush and began to paint, began to pant, and brushed shapes across my chest with his lips, each circle the size of my breasts, each spiral bigger than the next. he said we were an infinite pattern, an illusion.

when i had nothing left to give, he hung me up at the bar next to a portrait of a woman, bruised like a peach.

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portrait of a woman
we were too young to be legends but he wanted to leave his mark, so he used my skin as his canvas. i accepted. i bit my lips, plugged my ears, and closed my eyes, emptying my body of all it had to offer so it would be ripe for the harvest, ready to be coated.

his favorite color was violet. he dotted my cheeks with bursts of blue, drizzled some red in the background and let it clot. added ice to counteract the swelling as the black faded to yellow. he framed it so he was superman and i was a soundbite. his fist, my breath, speech balloons. he called it pop art.

when he wanted to keep things simple, he'd smash my teeth into a mosaic, just to kiss each piece and place them in rows and columns, rows and columns, each line etched by god. he collected the colors my gums bled in vials. he called me a stain. he would not work with pigments that had no purpose, he would not rest until my mouth decomposed to silence, until my molars aligned with the nails on the floorboards and all of my matter was squared away in boxes with walls ready to rupture.

eventually he knocked them over like dominoes and swept them to the side. cubism, he said, does not look good on you. he asked me to pose with him and i obliged. i wanted to be good for something. as we undressed, he asked me not to make a scene, told me his art was only a summary but it still had meaning, said if i thought i was more than a crude expression of reality then i was dreaming, called me a stain. he said he wished he had chosen a pigment that he didn't have to strain. he told me to detach my head from my soul and let him in, let him in, let his motifs cull. he drew his brush and began to paint, began to pant, and brushed shapes across my chest with his lips, each circle the size of my breasts, each spiral bigger than the next. he said we were an infinite pattern, an illusion.

when i had nothing left to give, he hung me up at the bar next to a portrait of a woman, bruised like a peach.
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we the wolfmen

listen: there is a reason for the howling. we growl because it’s the only way we are heard. we are only listened to when we bare our teeth and break skin, and even then we are only met with a mere moment of attention before you twist the dial up on the radio and change the channel so our cries are out of range. you make us white noise, we raise our voice, and so it goes.

listen: very few of us still have our voices. most of our vocal cords have been plucked from our larynges, skinned, cooked, and chewed right off the bone. hear them smack their lips as they strip us of all that we have. we have nothing.

listen: we tried to be gentle. we tried to shake hands with the system and instead we wiped its spit off our wet cheeks. we retracted our claws, and our lion hearts were led to hope like sheep to slaughter. they invited us to dinner and served us our sisters on the plates, used our flag as a communal napkin to wipe their greasy mouths, toasted our blood in flutes of champagne. after dinner, they walked us out, exiled us from their backyard, their fields, their states, their oceans. they gave us a gallon of gasoline and a lighter and said goodbye.

listen: we must go out snarling. we will sleep in the crackles of the static, crouch and hold our breath between the waves and currents, bathe in electricity until we are ready to wage a lightning war. heart, kidney, sternum. we will never strike the same place twice. see our blitzkrieg socking streets near you. watch the sidewalks bleed pepper spray and tear gas.

listen: these actions cannot echo any longer. repetition rubs shoulders with insanity, and history herself cannot survive another night of close quarters. we have grieved so much for our brothers that we do not have enough energy to mourn for ourselves. there is a reason for the howling. we are only wolves when we have to be.

listen: they want us extinct. we understand this confuses you. we understand that to you, this word has no meaning. we understand you cannot feel the magnitude of this earthquake.

listen: you have never been trapped so you do not know the muzzle, you do not recognize the confinements of the cage.

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we the wolfmen
listen: there is a reason for the howling. we growl because it’s the only way we are heard. we are only listened to when we bare our teeth and break skin, and even then we are only met with a mere moment of attention before you twist the dial up on the radio and change the channel so our cries are out of range. you make us white noise, we raise our voice, and so it goes.

listen: very few of us still have our voices. most of our vocal cords have been plucked from our larynges, skinned, cooked, and chewed right off the bone. hear them smack their lips as they strip us of all that we have. we have nothing.

listen: we tried to be gentle. we tried to shake hands with the system and instead we wiped its spit off our wet cheeks. we retracted our claws, and our lion hearts were led to hope like sheep to slaughter. they invited us to dinner and served us our sisters on the plates, used our flag as a communal napkin to wipe their greasy mouths, toasted our blood in flutes of champagne. after dinner, they walked us out, exiled us from their backyard, their fields, their states, their oceans. they gave us a gallon of gasoline and a lighter and said goodbye.

listen: we must go out snarling. we will sleep in the crackles of the static, crouch and hold our breath between the waves and currents, bathe in electricity until we are ready to wage a lightning war. heart, kidney, sternum. we will never strike the same place twice. see our blitzkrieg socking streets near you. watch the sidewalks bleed pepper spray and tear gas.

listen: these actions cannot echo any longer. repetition rubs shoulders with insanity, and history herself cannot survive another night of close quarters. we have grieved so much for our brothers that we do not have enough energy to mourn for ourselves. there is a reason for the howling. we are only wolves when we have to be.

listen: they want us extinct. we understand this confuses you. we understand that to you, this word has no meaning. we understand you cannot feel the magnitude of this earthquake.

listen: you have never been trapped so you do not know the muzzle, you do not recognize the confinements of the cage.
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in the swamp

the elephant in the room is a keeper that is trying to maim all the different species of creatures

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in the swamp
the elephant in the room is a keeper that is trying to maim all the different species of creatures
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as-trif-er-ous

as-trif-er-ous \\ adj. 1. bearing stars, esp. in or on the body. 2. to be forged from hercules himself or have characteristics similar to that of something celestial, such as laughter that twinkles and reflects off the walls / cheeks that glow and birth red giants / freckles that sketch cassiopeia held captive in heaven / and pegasus, born from blood / eyes that cloud to nebulas / a voice that trembles, waxing and waning / lips that eclipse my breath / and spiral into supernovas when they collide with my forehead / my neck / this heavenly body / skin so warm it makes me feel like i am straddling the sun when we collide / expanding and cooling, mushrooming into a big bang.

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as-trif-er-ous
as-trif-er-ous \\ adj. 1. bearing stars, esp. in or on the body. 2. to be forged from hercules himself or have characteristics similar to that of something celestial, such as laughter that twinkles and reflects off the walls / cheeks that glow and birth red giants / freckles that sketch cassiopeia held captive in heaven / and pegasus, born from blood / eyes that cloud to nebulas / a voice that trembles, waxing and waning / lips that eclipse my breath / and spiral into supernovas when they collide with my forehead / my neck / this heavenly body / skin so warm it makes me feel like i am straddling the sun when we collide / expanding and cooling, mushrooming into a big bang.
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sometimes all you can raise is dust

you are born when you begin seeking—breast milk, binkie, power, purpose. what are you hungry for? the hand that feeds you isn’t big enough for you to bow down to, and you’d rather starve than swallow the pride scriptures claimed would eventually kill you in the end. you are destined for the purest water, the freshest bread, not the discount wine and stale host you've been fed since there was a divide in the waters. you’ve never tasted greatness, but you’d recognize the smell—flesh burning, is your skin aflame?—so your nostrils guide you. for six days, you hunt for glory. he is hunched over in the corner, sobbing. when he sees you, he reaches out a hand, asks for help, you retract—he will only drag you down. on the seventh day, you look for clarity. you flock to famine, search for a shepherd, genuflect before a rock, kick it when it doesn’t grant you miracles because it’s just granite, just igneous, just melted magma, and goddamnit, you can’t make gods out of everything. still, you place it in your palm, raise it high, testify: this is what will save me. you are so certain, you are so confident, you are so desperate because you know you will never run out of gravel to kneel to, you will never be out of water to drown in, so why not try to hold your breath?

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sometimes all you can raise is dust
you are born when you begin seeking—breast milk, binkie, power, purpose. what are you hungry for? the hand that feeds you isn’t big enough for you to bow down to, and you’d rather starve than swallow the pride scriptures claimed would eventually kill you in the end. you are destined for the purest water, the freshest bread, not the discount wine and stale host you've been fed since there was a divide in the waters. you’ve never tasted greatness, but you’d recognize the smell—flesh burning, is your skin aflame?—so your nostrils guide you. for six days, you hunt for glory. he is hunched over in the corner, sobbing. when he sees you, he reaches out a hand, asks for help, you retract—he will only drag you down. on the seventh day, you look for clarity. you flock to famine, search for a shepherd, genuflect before a rock, kick it when it doesn’t grant you miracles because it’s just granite, just igneous, just melted magma, and goddamnit, you can’t make gods out of everything. still, you place it in your palm, raise it high, testify: this is what will save me. you are so certain, you are so confident, you are so desperate because you know you will never run out of gravel to kneel to, you will never be out of water to drown in, so why not try to hold your breath?
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happiness

i cradle this newborn,

this fleeting thing

and drop her headfirst

on the marbled tile.

her skull cracks.

i see a serpentine gap

in her cranium,

greenstick,

red blood,

white cartilage.

the pool grows

as she goes into

the next life,

and i am comforted by the fact that

in other cultures,

innocence is honored.

her ears will never hear

old mcdonald

or miles davis,

her tongue will never taste more than breast milk

and rubber.

a shame.

she had so much more to discover.

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happiness
i cradle this newborn,
this fleeting thing
and drop her headfirst
on the marbled tile.
her skull cracks.
i see a serpentine gap
in her cranium,
greenstick,
red blood,
white cartilage.
the pool grows
as she goes into
the next life,
and i am comforted by the fact that
in other cultures,
innocence is honored.
her ears will never hear
old mcdonald
or miles davis,
her tongue will never taste more than breast milk
and rubber.

a shame.
she had so much more to discover.


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