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empty galaxies
i'm looking through the boxes shoved in the corner of the attic
and i come across an old one marked random,
doesn't look like anyone's been through it,
but I start...
and i find that photograph;
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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,
Loves
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those poets and their sunrises
(ywp is like the sunrise)
washed in watercolor above the sleeping world
enchantingly illuminatory
& strawberry melting into orange creamsicle. if you pay
close attention, it never really ends
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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