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Remember Me | intangible marrow
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The attempted musings of a young poet. Places I’ve Been Published. By Christian A. Baker. I live only in our memories-. I do not beg for death. I start my days weeping for her,. Sifting through my horde. Of our love,. Some forgotten artifact that. Dodged the great cremation. There is but one love letter left-. Inside it remains a green butterly. That she drew in her favorite pen. This entry was posted in All Attempted Musings. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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Dinner for Magpies | LT Poetry
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December 7, 2012 · Filed under Poetry. Sometimes, breadcrumbs just won’t do. Grass is not gold. And rivers never lead quite to the shore. If you could, you would pick and pull. A thousand tiny shreds of silver just to. Pay a debt to someone you have never met. We spent years, trying to peck the biggest peck. Or laying the largest egg from which will spring. A thousand tiny shreds of silver birdlings. Regardless, in humble attire we attend a dinner. Set out for our greedy feathered, noisy friends. Poetry ...
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washing of the dark’s goo | Banishedman's Blog
https://banishedman.wordpress.com/2013/08/21/washing-of-the-darks-goo
Resurrection of the Trashcan Poet. Washing of the dark’s goo. I was just sitting in the dark thinking bout you. Just sitting in the dark i guess that much is true. Sitting in the dark but bout you i didn’t have a clue. So its two or more harmless glasses. Of some expensive red wine. While i pluck some freaky snowflakes. From my nose hair and feel fine. In the dark oven i hold your breath till i turn blue. I feel for you and the humid dark feels of warm spew. So i knock back two or more wild shots. Live f...
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The New Year | LT Poetry
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January 7, 2013 · Filed under Poetry. I hope you all have had a wonderful Christmas and New Year. I know I have been neglecting this blog for a while now, but I… *fingers crossed* hope this will change. Alongside the stress of being in the final leg of my degree, I hope I can write a bit more and share my world with you. Half drunk (and half hearted). Ten PM, New Years Eve. Half the girl who used waste hours. I hoped, with half a mind in a glass. That next year, things might change. Share on Facebook (Op...
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Letter | intangible marrow
https://intangiblemarrow.wordpress.com/2015/05/29/letter
The attempted musings of a young poet. Places I’ve Been Published. By Christian A. Baker. I’m fucking stuck again. Some girl the both of us knew. The skirt looked nice-. I always wondered why. You neglected your dresses. They matched your hair so well. Bridget was right you know. You get under their skin before they abandon you. 8212;—————————————————–. I longed for your photograph-. Ten precious seconds,. This entry was posted in All Attempted Musings. Remember Me →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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thegirlnextgalaxy | The Poetically Incorrect.
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Vertically, Poetry. Horizontally, Prose. Basically, Life. Whatever must be…. Its beyond me that we grow up hearing from people and seeing all around us how we must value ourselves and love ourselves. What is even more inexplicable is how easily we forget that and completely immerse ourselves in finding definitions around people and situations. In a profound conversation with a certain someone from 4 years ago I found the meaning of all relationships, romantic or otherwise. I am still breathing, you know.
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the kiss of life | Banishedman's Blog
https://banishedman.wordpress.com/2013/10/06/the-kiss-of-life
Resurrection of the Trashcan Poet. The kiss of life. The night is crowded. Empty vessels full of alcohol. All dancing like hollow mannequins. In discount store shop windows. And betting their credit cards on the lost hearts. Of another plastic stranded stranger. All of whom are silently screaming. Please kiss me kiss me kiss me. For i love the cure. Oh kiss me kiss me kiss me. Even tho the cure is the disease. With the angel wings. Whose soft falling tears. Wash dirt of bewitched red blushing shoes.
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bg | Banishedman's Blog
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Resurrection of the Trashcan Poet. As i stood in suspended animation. Above my collapsing stone bridge. That spanned two grave dark magnetic towers. Like a crumbling ocean ridge. I saw your painted gloss faces. On your crystal totem book tower wall. I saw your new graffiti ink. As gravity did dawn so i did fall. I knew that ink was intended. For some other fried dope troll. Cause those hypnotizing mesmerizing. Snake eyes are ever so damned droll. Your elite gangster rat goon torture squad. For gods sake ...
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Taxman | intangible marrow
https://intangiblemarrow.wordpress.com/2015/07/11/taxman
The attempted musings of a young poet. Places I’ve Been Published. By Christian A. Baker. Taxman comes to take. The war is brutal. There are not children left. This entry was posted in All Attempted Musings. Twice Forgotten →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Man On My Shoulder.
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Twice Forgotten | intangible marrow
https://intangiblemarrow.wordpress.com/2015/08/03/twice-forgotten
The attempted musings of a young poet. Places I’ve Been Published. By Christian A. Baker. Organizing folders on the monitor,. Ashes on the dashboard,. Pennies in the keepsakes. Finding photos in the archives,. I drag them to recycle-. This entry was posted in All Attempted Musings. I’ve Put a New Band Together →. 3 thoughts on “ Twice Forgotten. 08/03/2015 at 11:51 AM. This describes me after every relationship lately. Love the poem! Christian A. Baker. 08/03/2015 at 12:21 PM. 04/04/2016 at 6:18 PM.
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