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nwpoetariel · 8 months ago
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habits
drafthabitsMy prayers take on the form learned in childhood. Ariel
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nwpoetariel · 8 months ago
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fuck up better
draftfuck up betteron a day like today, when you fuck upeven before you wake upyou hope to at least fall forwardand miss getting it in the faceon a day when the morning alarmsweren't loud enough to rouseyou tell yourself that you are humanand this is likely fixable, with hat in handand so you go to take it on the chinconfess that it was all your faultand "what can I do to rectify this?" needs to…
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nwpoetariel · 8 months ago
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headlines
draftheadlinesdetective stories are most often stolen from New York libraryI never return the luscious art books I've check outIt's okay, in December I bring in canned food to pay my debt is this charity? I don't knowwhen the wind blows my loose hair,it is never as alluring as novels sayneither are dresses.Sneakers the thing; best footwearfor the woods on account of comfortstill, i got furious…
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nwpoetariel · 8 months ago
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instructions on how to love me
draftinstructions on how to love mebring me home rose bushes complete with thornsso i may plant them near my windows.surprise me with kittensand full grown catsname them something ridiculoustake me to bookstoresand let me bring home my bountyand read to you drive me to the seashore and build me a bonfire watch me dance to old godslay near me quietly at nighttouch me as you willlisten to my heart…
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nwpoetariel · 8 months ago
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twofer tuesday
drafttwofer tuesdayit rained and didn't rainand i sat on the couch and pacedagain i didn't want and desperately neededyou and metwo is supposed to be my lucky numberbut now I am only oneor zeroi want to be two,two for you and me. Ariel
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nwpoetariel · 8 months ago
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ode to a lottery
draftode to a lotteryhopeit's easier to feel it with a slipof paper in your handknowing however slimthere's one chance that is all yoursnumbers that, as a group, belong to youwhen the roof leaksand the electricity is iffythat little paper keeps you dry. Ariel
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nwpoetariel · 8 months ago
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encounter, never should have been
draftencounter, never should have beenSomeone introduced my computer to McAfeeand McAfee moved right inrearranging files and moving in new furnitureDid they not know I had already 86'ed that guythat guy with the cutoff vest and roaring Harley he punches out walls, brings in trash everywhere. Now I must start the eviction processgo to court and see the sheriff's deputy. This will not end well.…
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nwpoetariel · 8 months ago
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with luck
draftwith luckwhy tell storiesif there'll be no one left to tellwhy write you poemsif you won't read themwhy love youif you're not hereperhapsbecause we may not end.we may be live again in another lifeand find each otherthen all I'll have to dois remember the wordsor maybe our souls willfind each other after deathand I'll have eternity to recite themas I spoon-feed you ambrosiaangels setting my…
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nwpoetariel · 8 months ago
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Strangest Thing
draftstrangest thingThe strangest thing is not the platypuswith its furred body and laying eggsnor is it starfish havinga brain in each arm.It is that I still love youwithout reason.Ariel
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nwpoetariel · 8 months ago
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optimistic
optimisticthe sky is grayand outside January coldyet it is the start of Aprildaffodils braved the artic weatherwill the tulips also show their faceswill the primroses openthe sun approaches closer and closerparts those deary curtains to the side (who hung them anyways)reaches down and caresses the fruit treesspring is coming, is coming I saybrush aside the dried leaves still therelet the stalks…
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nwpoetariel · 8 months ago
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essential angel
draft essential angel a gentle love of a familiar, acheafter him almost another day.a drunk, who hungersbetween blaze and ground,soak there your heart –an imagined bouquetkept sacred between a season of snow& winter, a lesser nature of air.oh beautiful woman, he inspiresa freeze of river, whispers during night. Ariel
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nwpoetariel · 7 months ago
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the void
the void my muscles are heavy with need. i whisper into the voidstill too quiet for you to avoidall i want is for you to walk into my poemlet to swirl and whirl around youperhaps sneak into your earwork its way into your subconscious then one day you will start to randomlythink about meand love then connect the twoand with a thundering shoutyou will run back to me your muscles heavy with…
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nwpoetariel · 7 months ago
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life
life Life is broken,like kindling stacked and ready for the match Have I wasted my life, my homejust waiting for you? I have gotten too used toliving in the darkand the cold,like tundra nights. I am a cork, waterlogged, in the vast ocean; We measure our time by our spinning. I got you to tremble with lust.Doves, all around us. Ariel
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nwpoetariel · 7 months ago
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earth
earth let me plant my feet deep and send out rootslet me grow yellow-green leaves this springand soak up the warming sunwe are living in this liminal timebefore humans burn our mother uplet me disavow them, step awayand nuzzle back into the earthbe her child once again. Ariel
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nwpoetariel · 7 months ago
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last six words
last six words You say you’re a bear but I think a boara cowboy looking to collar “a filly” using a bit of flair. Dude,women don’t care how many greenbacksyou pull; this isn’t The Wild West. they want self-determination and respect. Ariel
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nwpoetariel · 7 months ago
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Why I'm Still Living
draft Why I’m Still Living1: I would do anything to spendtime with my witty son. Even enduresickness and a body of pain. to hear his   voice laugh and teasegive him two rooms, one for sleeping, one for wakingI live to see him stride across the local stageand I must live to protect him from the snake who attacks without warning, I must ensure his survival2: and of course there are my furry cats3:…
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