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Denied
By Sammy Ginsberg When you didn’t respondI kept up hope that you were speechless,in awe of my personalitymy courage,and maybe you were just about to callbecause my message had meant so much to you.I denied myself acceptanceYou denied me closureso many loose ends,i never said so many things that would have changed everything,but i thought…
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Cruise Crush
By Sammy Ginsberg a guywith green eyes,rings of orange around them,but only in the sun.i think he has braces,and light brown hair, pale.there was quite a lot of sexual tension, at least, that is what my cousin said.in the hallway together,my mom poked her head out of the door.”that’s my mom. uh oh,” I said.”what…
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Boy
By Sammy Ginsberg He wears thrift store sweatersand has drum stick blue eyesthe light reflecting off tambourine hairHe knows that emily bronte wrote wuthering heightsand wants to write a novelto study the humanitiesHe travels, is adventurous, to spain,and goes alone, i am not the only onethe photos sporadic and without asking. He asks me to…
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Blue
By Sammy Ginsberg sitting, our knees inches away,the guy so much so in my dreamsHe will never be real.and yet he is real,and breathing,breathing me breathing himbreathing. it’s hard to look up, such fuzziness my vision, I just want to lean my head onto his shoulderand look up into his eyesthat are not the reflection…
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Thumbelina
By Sammy Ginsberg he calls me thumbelinai find it endearingand like to think that i ama tiny little fairythat brings only happinessi call me Sammyi find it has no meaningbut, i like to think that it has onea sprightly, exciting beingthat brings only happiness.maybe i am just a little bita tiny little fairymaybe i am…
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What Do I Want?
By Sammy Ginsberg i don’t feel so good this weekendso passé and out of newsaround people i don’t knowi have no plans only to makebut what is it that i wantwhat is it that will makeme smile and in the feedwhat is it that i want to be doingwhen i have nothing to do?i feel…
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Thoughts before bed.
By Sammy Ginsberg Sleep persuade me.I want to take action,to stay up all night and think marvelous thoughts,and dream marvelous plots,to be active and daringand contemplate life.But I know,as soon as the lampshade closes over my eyes,and I am breathing blank pages…One sheep,and I’m gone.
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My Office
By Sammy Ginsberg I sit on the floor,Cement, my swivel chair,Leaning over my computer,Boogie board, my mahogany desk. I feel classy,As blue and pink light laughs at my faceAnd candlelight twinkles my eyes.I type respectable words on a respectable siteAnd lift my pinky up to reveal the wordsCREATIVE
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Rubber
By Sammy Ginsberg sitting on the bathroom floornot even throwing upjust contemplatingcold tileand memories of taking shitson life, more like it shit all over metook the shit out of meleft me feeling shitless. i’d like to be shoes,that way i’d only have a rubber soul.