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Estranged Jigsaw
The puzzle's missing a piece,
It's not an important one;
just some small piece in the middle.
It's dark purple, and rough on the edges,
It's under the floorboards,
all frayed, and torn apart;
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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.
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?