Naked Poetry

Daddy I miss you. Take me back. Take me back

Imagine a poem in 3,000 words.

This is a striking reminder of how much love there is in the world.

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 twelve miles. Pay attention to your steps and remember every eighth breath. You're going to be amazing. Do you know that about...

Experience flesh. Let me find you. Approach the city. Pursue your visions. Stand speechless while I watch your eyes travel until I'm sick--Starve me. I want a hunger that rivals the sun in anger. I want a city. Say a word. Watch me let it in slowly--Starve Me. Stack stars until they're magic and leaning. Use them to cross over. Send me stills of a heart unguarded like the mad sense of a ha...

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Because at the end of the day, I would rather be a run-on sentence than some sort of simplistically sound fragment.

And I’d have you center stage—proving nature isn’t pain. Meanwhile, I’m on the ground with letter blocks building a tower that says, “I love you.” That’s the soul-mate in me. You’re the soul-mate in me. You’re the soul I am longing for when I yell, “Where is she, where is she!?” I have already written a letter to Stan. Told him that I didn’t need another plan. That I have shopping bags full of the...

I gave you eight matches...

Most days I feel like I am nothing but memorized screams held within the pages of a dusty red book sitting lonely on top of love’s bookshelf waiting for you to Read Me

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Too bright. Too good. I was there. I felt it. I shook hands with you out of body. Beach first. Moment divided by a second. Re-birth. Back on sand, toes to water but to tell you my truth sometimes I'm too cold. Back on land in front of your building. No, no, back on sand. Hands behind my mind. Your head, my heart. I said something and I hope you heard it. Because when the moon arrives I'll...

Screenplay/ Dialogue exercise

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Thank you so much for the call in. I felt I needed to post it as an episode because sometimes it can be easy to forget how appreciated you are! How much you're needed in the world. Thank you for your support and I hope you keep listening.

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The sign said, "do not deliver the newspaper", but I wasn't listening. Oh, no. I was too busy looking at the angel in your reflection thinking I could look at this computer all day forever! This newspaper can walk from here, right? No, but thank you, officer! I think I'll stay right here amongst beauty , until God herself says run along baby girl. And even then I might play a gam of, "Or what..."

It's not your fault you see X's where everyone else sees O's.

Now, I am dancing. Now, I am back. Back at our standard. Back in our hour. Where we danced like it was the end of our movie. Where we danced like it was the end of our movie. Life was her movie and it was only 32 years long life is a movie and it's only so many years long so by all means Scream. 3,000 times less the hair on a woman's body. 3,000 times more the love she will have for her first-born...

Hats off,

I wish you’d rise so I could see you—become the surface of my sea. I need to stop this Rose in my cheeks —

I’m sorry—I just noticed how actor’s hands don’t shake—oh, my God is that a bowling ball? How about we shake on it how about we lead woth the land how about we end in bliss. Im sorry---i just noticed how tragedy breeds comedy, no matter how fast you try and turn the page.