Author: thearrowrock
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A cold spot in the room A light flickering off then on A little piece of you left in a place Where it doesn’t belong It feels like you’re still here But I know you weren’t here for long I know that once you were able, You insisted on pressing on You headed off into…
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I was still heavy from the Benadryl. I tolerate the weight of waking up. Coffee does nothing for me anymore. Neither does cold water to the face or screaming the lyrics to America. All the f***ing creamer is going to spoil one of these days. I pour it out at night, like a lot of…
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Here I come, but with your permission. I don’t come alone. I come with my shadow, one that doesn’t leave me alone, since a long time ago. I don’t like her, but I can’t take her away from me. She says that she loves me but who loves you, doesn’t hurt you. I don’t want…
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Written in memory of my late grandfather, Larry F. Dunlap Tall, strong, independent tree Bark covering the trunk stretched wide Sprouting from the head green leaves Bold branches emerge from side to side For me, the tree has always been there When in need, it gave me fresh air The tree was there when I…
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Let’s deceive time, so that you can look at me like the first time. Smile at me without wanting to, and kiss me like yesterday. Let’s turn the world upside down, just one more time, to see the stars appear during bedtime. Let’s forget fear and let’s jump with longing, touching the sky without poison.…
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Take me in your arms, don’t let go of me. Hug me until fear and pain leave my mind. I will be your voice and the strength that you lost. I will achieve the justice you deserve. Give me this moment to frame your essence. I want to retain the warmth of your hands, and…
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My hair is wet My air is frigid My floor is ice My floor is lava My legs are noodles My bed is spikes My ears are bells My breath is hot My skin is hotter My light is blinding My fan is loud My clock is louder My project is unfinished My pen is…
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Deliver us from woe, Oh creator! Oh lord above, can’t you hear us? Traitor! This fuss of a cuss has turned us to rust. Our twilight dawns, we will be turned to Dust? Ban the fiction! Hear our benediction! Save us from damnation! For Salvation! Stop this fabrication, abdication! Have you heard of our extermination?!…
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CONTENT WARNING – Death After Paul Guest That it will come to me in the most inopportune moments: when I’m thinking of kissing my now ex-boyfriend, when I’m brushing my teeth, when I pass the golf course where we went on our only real date. That I don’t want to live the rest of my…
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Light upon a new day Arrives with the Forcefulness of none. My dear friends, Twice a drink On Budweiser beer Has rendered me A hapless fool. Yet beautiful poetry, You say? Well, I Say This in sincere response: The man you Doth not know Also does know The world for Its cruel paths. Zane Bell…
Arrow Rock Literary Journal 