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DH p 24:

Completely gaga

to think

accusations of inaccuracy

echoed in many places

generate a refusal to

dish the dirt.

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Poems coming soon!

Life has been crazy, but I’ll be making an effort to post every other day starting next week.

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DH p 23:

Inside ripped open,

Teeth bared,

Famously ferocious,

A steaming vat of

Freshest gossip,

Quick off the mark,

Clamoring to be first.

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DH p. 22:

Today unfolded,

thrown aside,

to suppress the truth.

To strip away

lawless youth and

guilty secrets,

content to remain

explosive.

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DH p. 21:

In Memoriam

He whose

sadness sprung into being,

venerable and silver-haired and old,

to take part in that

legendary duel with his

achievements,

always discussed

past, future, and

now the dangerous question—

answer honestly:

What do you see when you look in the mirror?

I? I see myself.

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DH p. 20:

Generations to come

will witness triumph

turning to downfall—

something insignificant

or wretched,

but nothing compared

to the greater good.

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DH p19:

Little I guessed

such brilliant tragedy

had a profound effect on

one of that lucky number

(though of course,

he was guiltless)

and mark upon a person’s heart

the closeness and

estrangement (in time)

of triumph.

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DH p18:

It must be admitted

that experience was an

occupational hazard

of pleasure.

I intended to pay my respects,

to be solitary.

To no longer question wonder.

To live.

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DH p17:

Friends of one with

meteoric ambitions

later become,

by the tendency to

eclipse him,

enemies.

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DH p16:

Resignation

to our mutual attraction,

to the contagious burden

of savage courage,

to praise and

to hate.

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DH p15:

Lay the bitter regret to rest.

Empty the remainder,

to be left behind in

some dreadful invisibility,

into an old place of honor—

Worthless,

because of what it cost

to attain it.

One day,

got up off the floor

and moved out of her cage.

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DH p14:

Nothing more remained

except the glittering grit

which clung deep inside

and flickered feebly,

cautiously.

Again, he plunged

into this old experience,

skimmed off the intervening years,

and eyes to see the damage

of the enchanted mirror.

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On Vacation!

deathly_poetry will return next week.

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DH p13:

i swear a

cup of tea

is able to

perform magic...

to repair wounds

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DH p12:

Not again content

With an impassioned

Defense of doubt.

This time,

Contempt trembled

And fell from

His shoulders

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DH p11:

Prune those parts that

threaten gratitude.

Cut away the

invisible bonds.

Do you recognize us?

Look up!

Show curiosity in

the prisoner, for

we are the children

of witches

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DH p10:

her lips parted,

and yours,

to exchange gleeful looks—

so jubilant were they,

so flushed with happiness—

I have never set eyes on

any beast who shook her

as breathless