Naked Poetry

Freedom

Welp,

The last emotion and nights, spent laying on my bed Arms raised  waiting for you to Fall For Me but not all the way just yet.  only Hovering maybe two inches above me Perhaps for the next eighty years So we can watch each others faces change they finally collapse and we'd lay like that for the next eighty years watching our faces change, waiting for the Last emotion To make us cry and when your si...

What am I Supposed to do     the Train is still moving.     You Jumped Off         without me.     Left me with a Stack of bricks       Scared--   like we all are of Falling Over   There was no trace of handwriting  so I flipped them back Over.       I couldn't Bear to Count them.             You yelled at me like I had jumped off   and you had not.       You Yelled At Me like you were on the trai...

Tight-lipped and overwrought. She fought light, her favorite crime.

So grab a Bible- I know you want to - get yourself a red pen and go to town. Switch all the x's into o's speak it out loud and see what you conjure - pay attention to your comfort - pay attention to your smile. Pay attention to the alertness you feel after hitting 12 miles. Pay attention to your steps and remember every 8th breath. You’re going to be amazing, do you know that about yourself?

   Hey, Eden. Maybe You will be my freedom. I can stop looking at the sea.

Teach me    How To   Smile Dream and Witness.   How else Can we be True? Don't Forget to Explore The places you've lived in It is Important   Because you can't go back there.   Mom and Dad--   won't always be there to Greet You.   ...at That Door.     Be sure to lock your Front door. And use the same password you used for that secret clandestine club you had during your blooming childhood.  You ha...

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Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

My daily data report shows that I should know by now, that such Brazen remarks on the remarkable might leave far too many marks on the impossible human heart. O, who cares? Who calls? Whenever I leave town to follow Elizabethan poetry wherever it should go, landing in quarries and mouthfuls of ebb and ponds full of useful flow flowing backwards never sorry, allowing me one pose, slightly knowing,...

Organize me. Suspend me. Revive my laughter.

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My signature resembles silence. My hands victims of your hands—leaving me alone. We were half ideal like leaving fire and water in a room to talk talk it out...

But hearing that six note fall in his voice — is the most pleasant part of my day.

I had words that day.

12 verses, The body. I can only sing—— when I’m in front of one.

It’s a wild honey night. Listen fierce. Check a pulse. All flowers match the sunlight. Tonight, crawl with me. Quick with stride. We’ve seen this before, death. But when we died we never became Rest I guess we were meant to be left– alive. Snapped twitch breathing–warm–anything but misery, sure. We are not indecisive we just know that’s not what we’re looking for. We float around, watching people...

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