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Carmalain7
@carmalain7
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they're going to 3D print me when i'm gone
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carmalain7
poetry
2018-04-10 18:56
my car was towed on a Tuesday [Day 34]
my car was towed on a Tuesday “Street Cleaning” says the harbinger, a sign crudely zip-tied to a weathered wooden pillar like some prisoner of war; no-man’s-land, the empty space in front of my apartment,
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carmalain7
poetry
2018-04-09 22:43
Paint Me the Singing Wilderness [Day 33]
I had buried the sun into the earth, the moon, nestled tight in clouded dream, my cat left curled before the hearth next to a displaced pot of cooling tea. A hooded lantern and wrinkled staff held by hands
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carmalain7
poetry
2018-04-09 18:47
Light Bulbs are Not Answers, They Are Questions [Day 32]
There is a curdle of cheese curdling into smaller beady-eyed mice beneath the benevolent hallow girth of my practicing God, a minimalist fridge. It is raining outside, the soft pitter-patter
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carmalain7
poetry
2018-04-06 17:01
Support Your Local Labyrinth [Day 30]
A small bird is perched on the askew lid of a trashcan, an outpouring of love and use in the alley behind my apartment where I set food for stray cats. Eye me sideways, I am the bird – I whistle a call,
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carmalain7
poetry
2018-04-05 16:59
A Single Bronze Sandal [Day 29]
been walking slower of late letting eyes linger like snow in April keeping pace with kicked stones, Sisyphus is not in my thoughts; do we inscribe trees with our dreams so they may live forever even when
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carmalain7
poetry
2018-04-04 17:25
Models Hold the Paint for Bus Stop Graffiti Icons [Day 28]
Models Hold the Paint for Bus Stop Graffiti Icons Don't follow fashion buy something already out of date. April 3rd, the note on a carton of eggs; a dancing cartoon fox fleeces a boy peering through a
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carmalain7
poetry
2018-04-03 16:39
Theodicy [Day 27]
Blue lines stretch coursing blood through firmament pencil sketches, guided hands thumbing through the tabbed void opening spines and blotting, two dimensions clasped, unclasping three, reveal the thump
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carmalain7
poetry
2018-04-02 17:48
They Grow Layers of Life [Day 26]
They grow layers of life without you, a chthonic mark to imprint, a sessile archaism reserved for tenure probing dusty tomes or tactile pen pressed against lips. They grow layers of life within you, an
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carmalain7
poetry
2018-03-31 18:30
well scuffed ball [Day 24]
no one understands the end of winter quite like a well scuffed
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carmalain7
music
2018-03-30 17:23
Caleb Scofield, Metal Musician and Trailblazer (Cave In, Old Man Gloom, Zozobra) Passes Away at 39
To support Caleb's surviving family, his wife Jen and two children, Sydney (7) and Desmond (10) with funeral expenses, visit the fundraiser created for the family linked here. An outpouring of love, grief
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carmalain7
poetry
2018-03-30 15:34
Your Favorite Stars Are Just Phantom Limbs [Day 23]
We are all puzzles, hands fumbling at crooked lines mouthing a smile out an alligator jaw; your knee, bent like cubes crooked or diamonds spilling from your mouth, tumbling over line breaks or spineless
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carmalain7
poetry
2018-03-29 19:13
Gehenna [Day 22]
I could force a sound accepting yawp or barbaric sigh the most compelling of human experience standing in a line the pothole path
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carmalain7
poetry
2018-03-28 16:32
Static [Day 21]
Smudges and Smears The newspaper is illegible: serif crop circle smudges from heaven; 'Good Morning: Nothing Has Changed' A reassurance hangover sprawled at every threshold,
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carmalain7
poetry
2018-03-27 18:31
Novalis [Day 20]
the blue flower springs splitting caulk and brick like a chisel hammer striking steel, blue with clouds hanging from creaky wooden rafters cobblestones polished by shoes and the spittle of senile time
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carmalain7
poetry
2018-03-26 19:25
Godspeed [Day 19]
Liberty cracked the bell peals appealing to silver peddlers propping poems on the sill propping a canary to fetters feathers litter the ground inside the golden cage, children crowd around children fade
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carmalain7
poetry
2018-03-24 21:28
of the Beholder [Day 18]
A flower petal graces a plate, a spot of color at the center of your eye finds a center in the white, pupil reflecting a plated petal. welcome to atlanta... Written for free-verse poetry maven @d-pend's
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carmalain7
poetry
2018-03-23 19:20
Waldo [Day 17]
there is a chicken carcass in the alley, a lost ugly ducking who tumbled off the pallet into a bed of satin, frail dog on a kneeler, sun stain around the neck where a belt once said 'Waldo'. inspired by
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carmalain7
poetry
2018-03-23 18:59
Lost Signals and Recalculating [Day 16]
Check into the room promptly throw your key away, swallow all your pride before asking for free toiletries, hand-outs and needles in the alley-way. Bagels by the door for the curious passerbyer, expired
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carmalain7
poetry
2018-03-22 21:39
Celibacy is the New Ecstasy [Day 15]
The moon stalks the stars, high heeled pacing contrarian, whips a strapped sun behind closed curtains; candle wax dripping, wiping splinters from our eyes; safe word: our point of origin, all of us are
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carmalain7
twbpoetrycontest
2018-03-21 16:40
Plainclothes Prophets [Day 14]
I write your name, a mark on the proverbial chalkboard, a self-imposed discipline or a natural selection, reaction; a line of chalk erased away in a cloud of carcinogenic smoke or frantic, a fever malaise
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