i don’t want to say good-bye


so come on and dance with me 
we can have fun on the shores of the sea.
we watched the sun set slowly
on the bay and on “us”
we watched the light fade from our love
we watched it die and let the flame go out
and now all i can think about is how we sat on the sand
hand in hand
and we talked about how far we would go for one another
even to a foreign land
and now here we are
nothing more than a memory,
nothing more than a theory
never to be tested, never to be true.
here i am, still missing you.

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Winter, I am waiting so eagerly for you.
When will you snatch these skies so blue?
When will you send down your rain and sleet
I’m waiting, I’m hoping, I’m sick of this heat
My body needs you, my soul needs you more
I want you to freeze me right to the core
Send down your snow and your winds so strong
Come back to England, where you belong
This heat is a bitch, tell it to leave
It’s suffocating me, I’m struggling to breathe
Send me your water, strip down the trees
Winter, oh winter, rain all over me.

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Sharp teeth


You taught me
Never trust anybody
With sharp teeth
Because they only ever use it
To eat your heart out
Those with wicked smiles
Will always have wicked smiles
They couldn’t change it if they tried
I wonder if you eat her heart out
Just like ate mine
I wonder if she likes it
With her heart between your teeth

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who are you, little i

(five or six years old)
peering from some high

window; at the gold

of november sunset

(and feeling: that if day
has to become night

this is a beautiful way)

— e.e. cummings, who are you little i

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She drank from a bottle called DRINK ME

And up she grew so tall, 

She ate from a plate called TASTE ME

And down she shrank so small

And so she changed, while other folks

Never tried nothin’ at all. 

-Shel Silverstein 

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When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer

by Walt Whitman

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide
and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with
much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’ d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

"When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer" by Walt Whitman. Public Domain. (buy now)

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It’s them
the jubate, resolute magma people
threading loudness through sallets
impregnating interims
with horn blasts

How quaint
those inflamed microlights
beaux of Mars
as they soar through crowds
with their lava touch

© Agnieszka Mauch

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Sun Drops Oneself


the fury of entitlement
a hatchet looking for love
stars contemplate
the trajectory of a bomb.

to disown oneself
and say
I am not societies mirror
I will not be tolerated in flesh.

a shoe drops
a sun sets
I have no place
to begin.

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Jared Singer - “Love”

"Love can only be described the way it is lived; in parts."

Performing during the Coaches’ Slam at the 2014 College Unions Poetry Slam Invitational. Subscribe to Button on YouTube!

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What a thing,
to be both starving and empty.
To ache for love—
to take the scraps from it’s table,
and yet, run sickly from the feast.

You can’t fathom why I’d
gobble your kisses but
duck your attention, please.

Some of us have gone so long
the idea of being full
feels worse
than the affliction.

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