Posts
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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
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April, My Admiral
April, my admiral,
lighten my wings with your shrill whistle,
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Alone
[Alone in] Laughter, lamenting the lost light,
you don’t want to be the forgotten, the lost cause, the missed flight.
Reason runs thin when your sadness is bountiful,
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Through the Maze
A wild dream wakes you,
tears you out of
the spiral you are swimming in,
sending you, reeling, into a new reality.
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Winter
Was it light in the morning,
when the fog was thick on the water,
and the world was cracking its eyelids at the dawn?
Did the thin layers of ice persuade you?
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End Zone
Repair the world,
pull off the patterned papers.
Leave the walls all bare and empty,
no toll, free entry.
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
