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pushes through
art is love and love pushes through.
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I Will Love My Friends Until My Heart Goes Out
MY HEART IS ONLY ABOUT THE SIZE OF MY FIST. I HAVE WEAK ARMS, SO MY FISTS DON'T HIT VERY HARD. MY HEART IS DIFFERENT IN THIS REGARD.
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I’m good at poetry, I just don’t like it very much
“I’m good at poetry, I just don’t like it very much.
It’s one of those things where if you do it enough for school, you get just as good as someone who likes it.”
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I Walked Home the Long Way
I walked home the long way because I knew the sky would not be angry at me.
The moon knew what it felt like to be so tired you couldn’t even think
Of going to bed.
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Irrational
On Sunday night, you can find me empty in my full room.
Head cocked, half leaning on the arm of my chair,
Listening to the mechanical birdsong of my alarm clock.
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Starbathing
New starust slicks the shingles
On the ancient roof of the shed
Where a couple of souls lie to clean
Their greying teenage bodies.
The streetlight turns off at
Half past ten,
Loves
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Love Letters for Nerds: On Purity
Today it snowed for the first time this winter. We had classes but you woke up early, so of course I did too.
"Let's skip today," you said. "This day is too special to waste on classes."
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Winter's Lanterns
Winter caught my Christmas lights
and froze them into icicles—
now even the cold knows how to shine.
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just kids
at first
you were the loud boy on the bus
with a red lunchbox
full of day old spaghetti in a dented thermos
and parmesan your dad brought back from italy
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the last waltz
this will be
the first
and the last
dance
we'll share
I'll be wearing pink
riding high on a childhood dream
waltzing
like it's 1945
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