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while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
born under candlelight just from the edge of a knife, was it a life? or was it a light at all?
Every poem about thunder was written under the protection of a roof, or, at the very least, an empty sky
Allergy or Intolerance: The Culinary Difference Between Life and Death
in her other life
The artifact was completely impenetrable to all forms of matter except living human flesh
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Where Once Life Was
making certain he was touching her
New Mexico, or was that Oklahoma?
a dream was faintly clinging to my fingertips. accidentally i brushed my lips, poisoning myself.
Passing places (or the Hebridean way of life)
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
It doesn't matter whether Hitler was an Atheist or a Christian
when you're done, you can let her die if that's what you want. Or you can wake her.
Living your whole life with all the doors unlocked
a total loss of control over her life
Congratulations: you are living a life devoid of any serious problems
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
Unknowingly, you are living in a "Word World", as in a fictitious life in a counterfeit nation
Changing Your Life For Free (Or, 12-Step Programs?!: WTF Is In It For Me?!)
I fried myself in The Finnish E2 Get-Together, and all I got was a hippie song stuck in my head
Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter IV
The male libido - or - How I was castrated by the 90's
For sale: my dreams. Price: a living wage, or best offer.
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
I didn't ask if the glass was half full or half empty. I've always had enough to drink.
The braille on the door was not symbollic of my own blind search for an answer. Or maybe it was.
Is this what I have been seeking? Or is it an echo, a remnant, a sign that I was wrong?
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
All he left her was alone
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
Your Money or Your Life
there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
I was a witch in a past life
Life, or something like it
I tried to arrange my life in paragraphs, unaware that I was a haiku
This Was Your Life
That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
Life's a Bitch and I'm Her Pimp
This was the shinest golden dollar I would ever see in my life and I was not about to tarnish it.
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
Living The Bohemian Life
that pain was something I needed, and probably did to myself
I want to lose myself in the words or the words of someone else
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
Her name was Natalie
or because we are all Supermen living in the city of the future
Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter VII
Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter V
Which God was cooler, the one from the Old Testament or the one from the New Testament?
Lie to Myself, or Lie to the World
I was sure it was her
It's a beautiful life, or something like it
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Was that real, or did I dream it?
An infallible way to discern whether a decade, in pop culture terms, was win or fail
I felt I was part of something, like a voice in a crowd or an island in a sea
I can never be sure if it was real or just another illusion
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She always was devious in her beauty
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
i kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
That week with her was like drinking bubbles
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
Gaily they went down in the lush field a treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged with a crust of bread into her coat of arms weaving currying the embroidering of silk in summer.
The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
I've been living my life half asleep
I never stopped watching myself reflected in her eyes
Life in the American business world
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
I still can't think of anything, or how Fight Club changed my life
I'm living my life vicariously through my roommate
Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
I don't remember what life was like when I was seven. I like the taste of air. What should I do?
Lessons learned from the rap industry may or may not serve a useful purpose in everyday life
The gun is good. The penis is evil. The penis shoots seeds, and makes new life, and poisons the earth with a plague of men, as once it was. But the gun shoots death, and purifies the earth of the filth of brutals. Go forth and kill!
Life is easiest when living on the lawn
You can't predict or control what incidents in your life your friends will remember and retell
i clung to her cloak. (or flew)
just because it was an accident doesn't mean it'll come back to life
There was a man who lived a life of fire
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
Once upon a time there was light in my life, but now there's only love in the dark
A day in the life of an Alzheimer's wife or how it all started with a missing spatula
Most of these things I've never seen in real life. Only on screens. Or Elsewhere. I'd die without it.
when life was kind and we were two young wide-eyed believers
My father's secret life was never meant to be secret
After living a life in darkness, the first steps into the light are the hardest to bear.
Life Is Worth Living
The first iron-on transfer I made myself was controversial
When at last I found no further traces of the living or the dead, then I stopped.
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep?
He made me promise I would do this when I was next sad. So I promised myself I would not be sad again.
I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
Get busy living or get busy dying
When we was fat ( ... or, Lord Gym)
Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter III
Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter VIII
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter VI
Was It Heaven? Or Hell?
Catharsis, or Living for the Cool
An American in Tours
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
OR WAS IT
There was never supposed to be an Episode 7, 8, or 9
Foam on the tide is no more or less real than the sea, it simply is, was, will be
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
Was it Love, or Obsession?
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
Was it Heaven? Or Hell?: Chapter IX
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
her
Her braid; I obeyed
The Lark Burying Her Father
The Woman and Her Hen
The Lark and Her Young Ones
I don't think of her
I can see her face
Written in her French Psalter
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Take Her up to Monto
The Author to Her Book
My love in her attire doth show her wit
putting on her makeup
I daydream of her
His 'N' Hers
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
The Old Woman And Her Pig
Her Majesty
Stand in the doorway and watch her
The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
Since I left her
All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
A Jury of Her Peers: 2
The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
A New Student and Her Father
Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
her eyes
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
watching her dance
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
dance with her
I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
I never called her momma
Bathe her and bring her to me
I still find strands of her hair in bed
Her knees
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
Property of Her Majesty The Queen
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
I don't like her because she won't like me
Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex

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