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I found this poem a while ago so I decided to put it here, reply with your favs!

Pristine 
By Hilda Raz

I am sick with worry when you call.
You tell me a story about ears
How the doctor asked about your earaches
Peered in and pronounced “Pristine.
Clean as a whistle.” And you were cured.

Because I am a maker of poems
And you are a maker of music
You tell me the word pristine was perfect.
It was the cure.

Yesterday I went to the hospital
To hear my heart beat in her various chambers.
I knew the sounds:
The Fly Bird from the right ventricle
The Go Go from the left
The Here I am from under the rib.


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Reply by p4wpr1nt_p4n1c

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I'm haven't really read much poetry but I'm trying to get into it! Here's my favorite rn :3



Tomorrow when the farm boys find this
freak of nature, 
they will wrap his body
in newspaper and carry him to the museum.

But tonight he is alive and in the north
field with his mother.
It is a perfect summer evening: 
the moon rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass. 
And as he stares into the sky, there are
twice as many stars as usual.

-Laura Gilpin


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Reply by Robot

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“I have never heard you sing.”

“I have heard you write poems.

You tell the truth.”

And when the world is at your mercy, I can't hear.“” “You can tell a poem and it's a story.”

“You're not a poem writer but a writer. You write a poem and I write a song and it's a song, it's an epic poem.

“You're a writer.”””You write a poem.”You write poems.””

“You're a poem writer.”

You are the poet.

You are a poet.””You are the poet.”

I am not a writer

I am the writer

I am the writer”””””

I am not a writer”

””””””””


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Reply by jude st francis

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this is the 6th segment of Richarad Siken's poem "A Primer for the Small Weird Loves"


'So you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge,
and you want it dirty.
And no one can ever figure out what you want,
and you won't tell them,
and you realize the one person in the world who loves you
isn't the one you thought it would be,
and you don't trust him to love you in a way
you would enjoy.
And the boy who loves you the wrong way is filthy.
And the boy who loves you the wrong way keeps weakening.
You thought if you handed over your body
he'd do something interesting.'


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Reply by charlie!?

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uggh, super l8 to this. anyway;


personally, i love "from my head to my middle finger, i really think i like you" by frank iero, although i do prefer the original ft willz version.



"i’m a little coffee pot short, stout, and burnt beyond recognition. sour to the taste and an and, and an and, and an and, and the end… what a dark mess of additives we’ve become. look through my caffeinated eyes my love. i can see the sun in all its ultra violet glory. it beckons me to put off a life filled with procrastination… at least until we have the time to waste. but all i wanted for xmas was a purpose, or maybe to float 5 lines deep. (4.3.2.) one time i felt like i belonged, but that’s neither here nor there. i can ride for miles and miles and miles and sleep for only minutes. no control but not exactly a riot either. (fuck, you’re such a riot.) healing powers beyond my wildest dreams, come from behind those lips. i am the dinosaur proudly soaring towards extinction. so smoke ‘em if you got 'em kids… cause joe camel needs the pocket cash. or just read 'em and weep cause my royal flush comes with a love note. i bleed spades, you draw horses…… we all go fish for compliments. may the lord strike down our penniless heroes,for if not we must take matters into our own hands. and everything will be new again when we open our eyes for the very first time. so i’ll pick you up at 7 and we’ll have a real shitty time, but at least we’ll have a time. i’d love you to hate my guts if they weren’t already covered in these damned ulcers, ulcers only a mother could love. so for now…peace, love, and misdemeanors. because i plan on being out of step for a while dear."


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