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J.O. Gappy
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Poem titled 'Jane Doe' by J.O. Gappy over a photo of a dark alleyway with 1 street lamp. Jane Doe Miss Glitter Skin left her mark on my sheets and my hair; It'll take years for it stop blinging in the sun, But Miss Blue Hair will be cleaned away by the 4th time I'll vacuum today And the 2 empty wine bottles buried in the recycling bin. Miss Slipped Away At 6am stole a jacket from the coat hanger by the door, I wonder if she walked barefoot on the icy ground; But Miss Expert Of Allure will repent for her sins at 10am mass And fall to her knees for a cause that'd smite her if only they knew. Miss Party Girl leaves a lipstick mark on every victim's neck; I wonder if the fading bruise on mine means more, But Miss Ambrosia is a curse I'd name if only she told me, And I'll sense her presence when my memory fails me.
December 6, 2024 at 11:34 PM
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Poem typed on an oil painting with a half-full red wine bottle and 2 full wine glasses, along with a white thread and needle on a wooden table. The background is a pale-pink wall. Amid If I cut my heart open And poured two wine glasses full, Would you ask for another or curse The taste of my blood; Vow to stitch me back together 'till the next time So I can lay myself bare, Or never open my hands again For the sting of thorns Might pierce until they reach your bones. - J.O. Gappy
December 1, 2024 at 9:01 PM
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A poem titled "Questions" Questions Since it’s your last day, I’ll ask some questions, if that’s okay. [Click] We’ll start after the beep. [Long beep] What is it like to be alive, really, Without the feigning smile, Which leaves your muscles aching, And though you swear to never wear it again, You put it on as you enter your car And drive on autopilot ‘till you park in your chosen spot. What is it like to love, to miss, really, Without the pretence of indifference As you pump your heart by hand For you fear you might stop breathing when they’re truly gone, And yet you still wish them good luck and all the best Even as you watch them leave through the door without the keys. What is it like to open your eyes, really, And see that your life hasn’t moved since you were 12, When you swore by now you’d be the best of best, And that you’d have 2 cats, a lover, and friends. Because there’s not enough words to explain The feelings we as humanity left unnamed, And I think- I think I should stick to the script, don’t you? End of recording [click] We’ll start again after the beep. [click] [Long beep] What’s the happiest memory you have?
November 29, 2024 at 11:19 AM