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collection of poemsAs the title implies, here's a collection of the poems I've written to date. the ones towards the end are circa 2005. not much development since then. mostly in backwards chronological order, though there's a few out of place here and there.collection of poems
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I couldn't remember your name anymore, so I told everyone it was Morgan as I was shooting Wild Turkey and Patron in Jacksonville before a football game. I downed a few beers playing two-hand touch with the prettiest damn marine I've ever seen her little brother, and her boyfriend. I ate bratwurst with my father's best friends. a
by ~omfgcorey
Marshmallowa Cadillac sped by, it stuck out like a cloud with nitrous oxide and a gat.Marshmallow
I hit the soft pavement; translucent lights sped by making the bleached walls gleam.
I smiled at a blonde nurse and a brunette doctor wearing matching spotless scrubs. I'm sure if I would've seen their teeth, they'd have matched too.
I looked back up. if I could reach the cord, I'd unplug it I'm a better fit in the ditch back home filled with skeletons covered with mud.
by ~omfgcorey
As I lay deadI sped to work, not because I was in a hurry, it's just the only interesting thing I'd do today.As I lay dead
I crushed a fly as I left my car and picked leaves off trees while I walked to the building's door.
A woman was wheeled to me, bleeding. She said, "I'm trusting you with my life, you know that, right?"
I sped back home that night, not because I was in a hurry.
by ~omfgcorey
Think Us PawnsII. The sky was coral and the sun was rippled; I stood on the second sidewalk square from Doug's house.Think Us Pawns
We were on our way to the toy store next door.
A flowerbud lay on the square in front of us. We couldn't touch it. It was hot lava, like Doug's mom's garden. So we hopped over it in cadence. The fifty-four cents in my pocket jingled.
We were roughly the same height and wearing white. An outside observer would maybe think us pawns cut from the same marble.
IV. There's a faded hopskotch court &nbs
by ~omfgcorey
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poetryknow how you can tell I'm not a poet? there's still distance between us I'm still sitting around doing nothing when there are trains to jump and planes to take rides to hitch and miles to hike there's an endless skypoetry
and I'm still doing nothing when there's beautiful moments out there ones still waiting to be created when the sun's rising I'm still sleeping I'm still saying mean things to people who mean well but just don't know what they're doing I'm still sending you words on a computer screen
my grandfather gave me a thousand dollars to h
by ~ThreeStarSalute
honest sheildi put the warrant out for your arrest. it was just a whisper on the phone, "she ruined me officer.."honest sheild
the honest sheild themselves with sheets as a barracade to keep cotton arms grasping the heat. but you're the liar, you plugged your pores with steel and denied your weakness in mortal flesh. Q: "what cold?" A: [the one you hide behind a glance.]
i'm placing bets with greedy gamblers, "you don't feel a goddamn thing do you?"
this whisper = a scaven
by ~cremated
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