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Cold Mornings
Awakening to days whose foggy mornings
bow to the dark hoofs of the midnight horse.
Covering myself in thick blankets, attempting to
divert the cold that
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Quick on the Draw
You
love me
fast, miss me
faster, I ran to
you, now running away takes
much longer. To get to you
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missing you
There are degrees of missing you.
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Sinews
The sinews from my strewn out muscles lay the skeleton of my blanket,
remind me of my strength,
its fortitude when not forsaken.
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Silhouette
I looked
otherwise unaltered
used to stand
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Static
These days I sip
on the light from the window.
Sometimes the walls are dark, and they swallow
it up, and there's none left to reach me
Loves
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ARS POETICA (capitalized for emphasis) ((a college poem about poetry))
More often than not you will find language will bow for you
Put your palms on a notebook you filled as a child and with enough intention the push will bring up sentences and phrases you'd forgotten
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anatomy of a broken heart
I.
A small brush of fingers,
Biting your lips to stop a smile,
Choking on the words,
Dancing late under streetlights,
Everything could change with one slip,
Find my waist, feel my heartbeat,
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ywp is a movement of poets
a community of fools
given the power to combine words
and a pen
that can write so much meaning
in just two, or three, or millions of words,
and sometimes, there aren't enough
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If
I —
I could.
I could, love.
I could love you.
I could love you if…
I —I wanted.
I wanted to.
I wanted to, love.
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I want to tell you I love you
I want to tell you I love you
I love you and your smiles
Your voice even though I’m still learning your language
The way your hands hold things
A basketball
Your sisters hand
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Memories and solid things
If I could weave the memories of you in a giant blanket
The night sky would appear
Or maybe the streets of that one city in Central America
The unspoken words caught in a language barrier