Pulp-Free Poetry

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Orange Juice

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This is where my poetry goes to die.

I kid, I kid. I'm just going to dump my poetry here. I constantly revise my writing, but if I make any major changes I'll put the previous version in a spoiler. Feel free to comment here or send me a PM, especially if you find how I can improve anything I've written.
 
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Orange Juice

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she took my heart
and stored it in
a little basket
full of sin

the little basket
she tied with string
and under her bed
she hid the thing
 
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*I completely revised this poem with a new goal in mind.*


she was the song in her head
and the tune on her tongue
she sang to the dawn
and serenaded the sun

her dark eyes glittered
like stars in the night
while her voice rang out
at the peak of twilight

she danced on the sand
her movements were free
and her voice rang out
by the spray of the sea

deep in the depths
she gurgled and croaked
and chains of leviathans
rusted, tore and broke

when they escaped
during sunset, she slept
darkness was coming
and creatures crept

but morning came
and with it her, too
her eyes opened wide
she knew what to do

music erupted
when she awoke
straight from her lungs
and up her little throat

out came a promise
it crept into her voice
it forced her heart out
and called it a choice

but along with her heart
the dark half was banished
still, what will happen
once the good part has vanished?


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Caroline

she was the song in her head
and the tune on her tongue
she sang to the dead
and serenaded the sun

but

music erupted
when she awoke
straight from her lungs
and up her little throat

until

she warbled and crooned
and, without doubt,
she sang her sad song
until her heart went out.

 
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