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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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tug of war
It's a long, thin and twisted, smooth rope,
One I could wrap around the skin on my wrists,
And keep myself tied to one place.
Because when I'm with you, I'm free,
Chasing the world without a finish line
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studying the stars
You're chasing after me again,
Like I'm a shooting star and I can hear your footsteps
before I see your face pasted
with grins and smiles, I don't understand.
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Fitting In
Dinner is silent again,
My dad was fired,
And my mom’s tired from working late again,
And I’m trying not to be sick from it all.
My sister’s talking about poverty
And how educators get the scraps,
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could we pretend?
could you just pretend for a second,
a minute, a moment, an ounce
of time that you feel the same as i do,
instead of running out the room
like Cerberus was on your heels
and i was death, herself.
Loves
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bite your tongue, and swallow
bite your tongue and swallow
count to ten, divisible by 2 on a good day and 5 on a bad day
9 chews too loud
8 rubs on each finger, 8 thumb to thumb and then every other finger. always an even number
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a death worth living
people sleep
in beds
in graves
laid down by death's sweet glave
and when the songbird spreads its wings
some will wake when morning sings
but others still will slumber on
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A Gull’s Corpse
It's lying on its back
on a large flat rock,
exposed to the grayish sky like an offering
to some odd god.
There's a hole in its breast,
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figures of the night
we sat and imagined fireflies
flitting between the tops of the RVs
as the sun disappeared into muggy,
illicit sludge. we realized we both liked
the sticky-sweet taste of summer
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The Fall
I
saw
you
and you
saw
me
but what
we'd
do
I couldn't conceive.
I start
to
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I ask a lot of things
Why stay, when to breathe polluted air is to condemn your lungs?
Why stay, when to walk on hot coals ensures that every next step will burn?
If we, as people, seek water,
why do we always land at a mirage?