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Laugh, baby.
laugh because the soles of our sneakers are comin off, because we keep runningeverythingtogether and can't tell it apart and you know the sun is going down
with the ashes of ours
Simper, darling.
simper for the eloquence of our planet in which we thrive as a similar species,
knitting lives with smells of leather and the quintessence of our pins and needles,
the ones in the boxy equipment-feet
Smile, gorgeous.
smile if the lights so happen to light up your cheekbones and neck with the softer kind of night for once; I know you've yearned for it before, honey, but you just
haven't had the chance to get the well-deserved thrill of the stage
Float, beautiful.
float butterflies that are embedded in your chrysalis chest; you'll bloom soon enough and your petals won't fall for hours and hours, you know there's still enough
cellophane pink and blue to stuff your eyeballs
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A fateful night
"Stupid mom, stupid dad." Nolan muttered to himself, "why do they always have to fight." He sighed and looked around, the forest was familiar here but he'd never been out so far without an adult, he hesitated. It was pretty scary, but he had to prove to them he didn't need them! And he didn't! He took a moment to gather his courage and continued onwards. He'd make his own home, here in the woods. It wouldn't be much lonelier. He was the only kid in the village. After all, elves didn't really have a high birthrate. He looked up, the night sky smiled at him through the leaves. The leaves ruined it a bit, he wanted to see the the night sky in fu
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Midnight blessings
Midnight stars gazing at the silhouettes against the glass—
the pair that chose to stay by the angels that guide in darkness.
For though they know they're free to explore the castle of their dreams,
they knew that all their dreams and blessings were right there in that room
on this special night that promises to become a yesterday
that tomorrow will never cease to love or to remember.
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Rombos
por Romy Lara
El aire gélido se coló en la habitación y alborotó los papeles minuciosamente acomodados en el escritorio. Tronándose los nudillos de la mano izquierda, Julio se incorporó y cerró la ventana de un golpe. Afuera el cielo se caía pedazo por pedazo. Reacomodó el desorden que se había hecho en su mesa de trabajo, colocando cada documento en su lugar: los de etiqueta amarilla en la carpeta amarilla, los marcados con verde en la papeleta verde y así consecutivamente con cuatro colores más.
Procedió a sacar un cuaderno de portadas negras de su
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Little love letters from four people, I think. They are each quite different... but they all love, don’t they?
And this is why I shouldn’t go about writing things late at night x)
Comments appreciated
And this is why I shouldn’t go about writing things late at night x)
Comments appreciated
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Ok So I enjoyed this poem, a lot. I liked how the structure though it seemed random at first, was actually really consistent and well thought out. One thing I might suggest is to find a different verb for the last stanze because for some reason "flutter" just seems a little weak compared to the other verbs that you use in this poem. Also is it supposed to be a spoken poem? Because it really feels like it's supposed to be spoken. I also like how vividly you portray the four voices.