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Fat people on planes
24 Dec 2018

Fat people on planes

by Marc-author | posted in: Other, Poetry | 0

Fat people on planes Oh I’m sorry, did you expect me to say large boned? Did you expect me to excuse each excess stone, Would you be able to ignore the layer of fat the envelopes my phone?No. If you’re … Continued

Marc Auf der Heyde, planes, poetry
A breath of fresh air
14 Aug 2018

A breath of fresh air

by Marc-author | posted in: Other, Poetry | 0

A breath of fresh air by Marc Auf der Heyde   I’ve started seeing how things are now, in a new haze, a new light, It took me a minute, maybe two, it was a hard time, but now I … Continued

Marc Auf der Heyde, poetry, self-contemplative
A murder, not a mystery
11 Dec 2016

A murder, not a mystery

by Marc-author | posted in: Poetry | 0

Paint dripped and dropped, splashing to the floors, A woman cried alone in the street, as they came all at once, Breaking down the poet’s doors. The sun refused to rise that day, as it looked on down with a … Continued

18, A murder, Marc Auf der Heyde, not a mystery, poetry
Unfaithful Voracity
4 Oct 2016

Unfaithful Voracity

by Christian Gann | posted in: Poetry | 0

I don’t fall for that typical love that attracts bloodshot eyes. Encapsulated in a pulsing red is a desire that repels me. For with every beat of a heart, there is one in sync with mine. Somewhere. And in whose … Continued

17, Christian Gann, poetry, South County High School, United States, Washington D.C.
Would time allow it?
26 Apr 2016

Would time allow it?

by Anonymous Anon | posted in: Other, Poetry | 0

How can a person hurt, with such a force and such a rage? Over another person, *weakly* bonded, on a another stage? Why enter the void, when the outside is sweeter? Why am I incapable of receiving the love I … Continued

poetry, Would time allow it?
A short poem about feeling like Kerouac when he’s with Slim, or anything else you like.
17 Apr 2016

A short poem about feeling like Kerouac when he’s with Slim, or anything else you like.

by Isaiah | posted in: Poetry | 0

-mean- As in aggressive or understanding, One leads to the less of the other, And one is the lesser than the other, I hate this new way of blabla. Hate is a very strong word… I hate this new way … Continued

A short poem about feeling like Kerouac when he’s with Slim, abstract, or anything else you like., poetry, Sam Wasserman
Black Coffee
10 Nov 2015

Black Coffee

by admin | posted in: Poetry | 0

Growing up seems quite bitter; Senses interrupted by black coffee, beer, and cigarettes, All the while, keeping me going, pretend to be growing. Not bitter like almonds But bitter like regrets. As maturity slowly creeps around the corner, I find … Continued

18, Berlin, Black Coffee, Germany, Growing up, poetry, Rocky Tess
Empty Potential
10 Nov 2015

Empty Potential

by admin | posted in: Poetry | 0

If my lungs could be clouds, I’d fill them with rain. And if your lips were fire, I think I’d suffocate. But all we are is flesh and blood and bones and skin pulled tight over our pretty souls and … Continued

16, Empty Potential, Luna Korbey, Lungs, Nightingale- Bamford School, poetry, United States
Breathing
9 Nov 2015

Breathing

by admin | posted in: Poetry | 0

So breathe and begin! Two hundred and seventy And then some Days spent blind But now they are nothing Great symphony of sound May it mark the start Like a gun for a race: scream! Great symphony of sound A … Continued

17, Babelsberger Filmgymnasium, Breathing, Germany, Isaiah Michalski, poetry, Potsdam
For I had hoped
9 Nov 2015

For I had hoped

by admin | posted in: Poetry | 0

For I had hoped to be his desperate L***** with delicate curls and made up lips I had hoped that Nabokov’s prose would consume him as it had consumed me but he heard harsh sound as I read a flowing … Continued

17, Berlin, Germany, Jacqueline Lucas, Love, poetry

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