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Ezra Nov 2014
Sometimes I think
We speak different languages
Yours is so thick and harsh and punc-tu-a-ted,
And mine, mellow and soft and op-en-heart-ed.

When we walk around, people stare and glare,
Looking at some interracial couple
From the nineteen-twenties'

But you know what?

They're just freakin' tone-deaf;
Our harmonies are way too
Avant-garde
aditi May 2017
every single thing we say is just a combination of twenty-six letters
twenty-six letters and punc tu a tion
but there is no combination of twenty-six letters
no combination of twenty-six letters and punc tu a tion
that could ever en cap su late what i feel for you
ruby stains Dec 2014
would you still love my aching soul
(oh, how my bones punc;tured and ble'd) if my lips were reduced to ash /it would coat your skin as it does mine, mind your heavy heart/and my heart clawed and thrashed and fluctuated through my whisper-rimmed ears?
périr : perish in french form
TreadingWater Jun 2016
See○ing○you
with someone {new}
it's a punc_ ture wound;
it's a ra/zor/blade/tooth/
& i ₩anna be €ool
but there's. no.           room.
'cause this heart's #shreds
it's>all >consumed
¿What¿ is it about me
that isn't eno[ugh]
youheldMyHand
》》》i never asked》for》 it
It's as if you - LiVE - to -  ****. me. in.
late night whiskey/morning gin
i make¡ you¡ come¡
you~make~me~shake
meltIntoone
Oh,...;But,...Wa,........itTt­ttt/tttt,...
When #daylight _ shows
none. of. it. matters.
it's like; the dawn makes
your memory ****>>>ter
& I ******* know (how it) always ends
Yet; here. I.  am.
back\       .again.
silly rhyme time
JaxSpade Oct 2018
She slipped into something more comfortable
A night gown of words dangled my participle
Her misplaced modifier made her susceptible
So I indulged in verbing the adjectives delicately
Our vowels and consonants were the scent of the consequence
Paragraphing
A new article developing
With no Copyright and editing
Raw alphabetically
We formed a story poetically
Carrots and apostrophes
Comma my colon semi figuratively
And I won't touch the period, seriously
I took off my lyrically
And pounded her *****
Her exclamation
was no question
marked
I hit the spot of ecstasy

After I surfed the waves
We slept on the shores of allegory
Punctuations were left said


Then fell into the ellipsis of our story…
Sav May 2019
Am I a trick writer?

One of those writers who doesn't make sense.

I call myself a writer through agony,

but am I?

I try to be but I don't try hard enough.

I need to be the kind who finds sunshine and unleashes a dragon of words.

So far all I can do is check the spelling and punc

tuation.

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