I-i-I need to get a handle on this.’s not the easiest thing I’ve ever done,pu-put-putting myself out like this.I want–wait–I need to work up to it.Can’t go back, can’t re-write.I’m writin’ this up on cocktail napkins ‘n coasters.It’s pay by the word,but I got this feelin’ in me,like I won the lotto. You ever won …
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When I was twelve, we broke into this fenced off over-pass, ‘n walked into Waiting for Godot. blasted hill, single gnarled tree. I imagined that it was a her,and that she’d be germanic and softspoken,smelling of early spring, and my god, …
zonked waterfallmarrying behind sunshinedrawer gazes, watchful.
Shut up,You’ll be fine in the morning. Tomorrow’s shit is together,You just gotta keep it that way.
Storm-cloud lips,Hail-stone teeth. To be honest with you,I got a whole heap of cynic brewin’ in me.Maybe it’s me ‘n this here alcoholic passion,I ain’t been one for keepin’ myself from indulgin’,But that don’t mean I ain’t got room for you,Just the opposite. What with your storm-cloud lips,Lightnin’ crick-crackin’ at every tongueflip,Thunder rollin’ between ’em …
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Hey,you remember that time you rolled a spliff,crept out into the frost with me,and we spoke for hours about nothing at all. –used to be that’s what I based relationships on, used to be used to be who the fuck has use for used to be? you and me,we stopped giving a shit,you’re pouring tequila …
a day as spent as wesmall touches in the darknessreminders you’re still therewhen the silence stretchesyour heart beating against mine
Sound of words:AlliterationAssonanceCacophonyEuphonyOnomatopoeiaRepetitionRhymeRhythmMeter Meaning of words:AllegoryAllusionApostropheClicheConnotation/DenotationContrast (comparison)EuphemismHyperboleIronyMetaphor (comparison)MetonymyOxymoronParadoxPersonificationPunRhetorical questionSimile (comparison)SymbolSynecdoche Structure:POVLineVerseStanzaFormRhyme schemeEnjambmentWhite space Imagery:Imagery (obviously)SynesthesiaToneMoodAssociation
I’m not a poet like Y/KeatsBut watch your legs rise up from feet:The way you flauntIt makes me wantTo rub my scruff where they meet.
DON”T MISS OUT!–you scream, completely missing the point of quotations Not that it matters,You with your collection of knowledge,You’ve got your arms wrapped in a stranglehold,Winking as you say,“Hey, don’t sweat it kid, this is the cost of education,Just pull some loans,Worry about it later.” But why do you charge hundreds of dollars for anthologies …
