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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Letters From a Non-Poet to a Poet Dear Poet, That was quite the storm this morning! It felt like an earthquake was shaking our house. During the early hours of the morning, I woke up to fill my desert-dry mouth; it started to drizzle lightly, but it began to storm pretty quickly. I hope the rain didn't cause you troubles. Sincerely, Non-poet Dear Non-Poet, All that rain woke me up, while my ...
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6/9/14 6:08am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Luna's Dance A silent stream in a meadow dream sets the stage for nighttime, because thousands proclaim they deem worthy of the light of lime. Background dancers take their place, as the star readies her beautiful face of an angel glow; only God would know how she got her grace. Winding winds and nervous skies hide behind trees, who cover their eyes like creatures in predatory grass. Glassy wat ...
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6/9/14 6:07am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Untitled Collaboration {Che Solar-Powered Torch MajKai Nis Son Vrai The Opium King Cauli Me} Wires of my mind pulled me up like an elevator. I went ballistic, deciding which button to press! I was a toddler, pressing too many buttons. The bottom two rows were lit with eagerness. Still, I couldn't grasp the higher levels, there was no way to push onto ascending floors. Stuck on five and no way t ...
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6/9/14 6:05am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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The Chair My grandpa had built me a chair made of oak -- smoother than silver. Though it wasn't on the Table, it was an element to me. My eyes were gleaming with joy, for my grandpa had built me a chair. I was the sun, radiantly grand and gleaming for the morning. I sat on that oak for many years -- the smooth wood would never mar. My grandpa had built me a chair that I would sit on fo ...
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6/9/14 5:56am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Victor Heckeyla They say kids look up to their dad for support, but Victor Heckeyla felt like a piece of grass--waving in the wind and waiting for someone to notice him. His children were tall blades, being picked up by strangers. His wife was as delicate and beautiful as a rainbow reflected in the morning dew. Sure, incense of soothing vanilla circled throughout the bedroom, but what good was ...
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6/9/14 5:55am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Summor Heckeyla She rises from her bed like a gentle wave. Whrrrr. The voice of the wind dances in and out her ears. (Autumn leaves crash on her window like water meeting the shore.) Finding something exciting in Summor Heckeyla's life was as impossible as swimming across the ocean...underwater. Wake up. Feed the goldfish, who uses the sand as a blanket. (A stream of white Winter works its way ...
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6/9/14 5:55am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Cycling Seasons Delicate leaves pirouette into a calm, moonlit stream as trees of fragility brace themselves for Winter's white arrival; like lank rays of sun, they are determined to dance across a wonderful, cool world. Spring is its mother, and it brings life into plants; animals---even lofty oceans; newborn every-things race throughout the planet of peace. The growth of Summer is like an oak ...
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6/9/14 5:54am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Sweet World See the sunset, snacking on the cotton candy clouds. Look at rainbows, laughing with a taffy in their mouths--like an infant after they have a taste of chocolate. Juicy rays of light watch with a thirsty look, as the sweet treats get devoured. The fields below are dancing candy-apples. Caramel coating licks the fruits every so often, while sugary rain decorates them. Drink the lemon ...
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6/9/14 5:54am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Cut and Cry Pour the rushing water onto the onion; feel the pounding rhythm rush across your palms, and hear it--as if it's a soothing ballet-- dance to your sensitive ears. Grab the knife, and cut the vegetable like a figure skater gliding throughout the ice. Let the invisible fumes soak into your eyes; cry as loud as a squeaky musical note. Wipe the tears away with a fractured sleeve; the exp ...
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6/9/14 5:53am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Morning Madness Grab your mocha minutes after waking up; staying up so late was a major mistake. Feel the caffeine rushing through your body, like the wind racing across a field. Feel the sleepiness of your body deteriorate, as it drowns in a storm of brown liquid. Feed your taste buds fruit after falling asleep. The graceful grasses throughout your body stand up as tall as the apple tree. Some ...
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6/9/14 5:53am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Weed-Eating Roots lie limp, like shameless shops that sell s**t; weak weeds retrieve roots that never vanished.
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6/9/14 5:41am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Four Chambers Space. Emptiness surrounded me; I was an astronaut trapped in space. Falling into the hands of Earth felt impossible, like breathing without oxygen. Friends stared as the dance floor became crowded; a dark, stained wood of a girl took me in her arms. The void filled for the first time; it was as if I was placed back onto Earth. Filled.
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6/9/14 5:41am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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The Hated House While I stood by the worn-out gate, the neighbors began to berate the place I lived in -- my old house, which they loathed deeply, like a mouse. .....This was a home they'd always hate. Their eyes told me they could not wait to tell me with their harsh irate words, "This place is awful." They roused, while I stood by. Then my current, physical state had changed and started to cr ...
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6/9/14 5:40am
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Origins [dcb's old poetry collective] 90 Original Poetry/Lyrics 6/9/14 6:19am
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Vicissitude The cake she left in the oven started to rise, like the sun. It kept changing shape until it finally stopped. She took it out to enjoy a taste of the plethora of flavors. (They were mixed together; they were as impossible to separate as the components in water.) She took the cake, and ate it -- one small bite at a time. She was in no hurry, savoring each bite. Life seemed to stop as ...
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6/9/14 5:39am
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