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Identities That Are Irrelevant: Andrew T.

By Madeline On December 21, 2013 · 2 Comments
identities that are
irrelevant
bombard my brain
which is already a place of mayhem varying octaves
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I Can’t Believe I Met You: Breanna

By Madeline On December 18, 2013 · Add Comment
I can't believe I met you
I can't believe we fell in love
It's crazy how much I love you
there's no doubt you were sent from above
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Job Number One: Shandra

By Madeline On December 17, 2013 · Add Comment
Job number one at my work, stop
at Downtown Brooklyn.
drop my bag start clean
the kitchen bathroom
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So Many Not Just One: Rosa J.

By Madeline On December 16, 2013 · Add Comment
So many not just
one. We are all
different let's have
fun! Love, Live and
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The Artist Speaks: Shoshannah

By Madeline On December 16, 2013 · 3 Comments
The artist speaks:
Glass, reflections, flashes, speed,
Squeaking, hissing. Metal wheels in motion.
No conversation in the subway to Manhattan.
Descend into the Hades.
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Spushcaco Is A Word Noone Knows: Ava

By Madeline On December 15, 2013 · 2 Comments
Spushcacao is a word
no one knows not even
I. I’m guessing this is 
a sharp rock that never
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When The Writing Professor is Asked: Matt

By Madeline On December 13, 2013 · Add Comment
When the writing
professor is asked
to write a poem
on the subway
After he has been up all night
grading.
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We Are All Flowers: Ambrosia

By Madeline On December 13, 2013 · Add Comment
Well I believe that life is
what you make it to be. We
are like Flowers, we were all
created differently, and like
all Flowers no one Flower is
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Visualizing Life: Lilli M.

By Madeline On December 9, 2013 · Add Comment
Visualizing life
life in love.
Life with you.
Life you take.
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People These Days: Taneesha

By Madeline On December 8, 2013 · Add Comment
They ask I give
I ask they have a fit
I'm tired of the shit
you stupid ass witch
I love you
cause you're my mother
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