ghostwritten - Hello Poetry

Fingers tip-tapping on keyboards dance the dance of dead poets before them.

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Apr 1, 2016

Apr 1, 2016 at 10:21 PM UTC

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Fingers tip-tapping on keyboards dance the dance of dead poets before them.

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I used to be afraid of the dark, but then I discovered the light of the stars.

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Jan 27, 2016

Jan 27, 2016 at 6:49 AM UTC

Constellation 180.6 : 150.7

I used to be afraid of the dark, but then I discovered the light of the stars.

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The astronaut’s behind the wheel of ’91 Saturn (Aristotelian, a machine of all the elements: silver paint like water, the lingering smell of earth, a driver of air, an engine of fire), with quintessence, the road. I forget which came first: gravel or stardust; we’re trying to get lost but can’t seem to shake the Big Dipper. I’ve one hand on the leather and the other on your face; we’ve parked somewhere by Neptune, cold and blue, always morning. We should pretend to be real people for a while, waste some precious oxygen; stop trying to remember we’ve been here before. Remember that uncharted was the point.

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Jan 19, 2016

Jan 19, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC

Road Trip

The astronaut’s behind the wheel of ’91 Saturn (Aristotelian, a machine of all the elements: silver paint like water, the lingering smell of earth, a driver of air, an engine of fire), with quintessence, the road. I forget which came first: gravel or stardust; we’re trying to get lost but can’t seem to shake the Big Dipper. I’ve one hand on the leather and the other on your face; we’ve parked somewhere by Neptune, cold and blue, always morning. We should pretend to be real people for a while, waste some precious oxygen; stop trying to remember we’ve been here before. Remember that uncharted was the point.

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The New Mexico sky is alive, redder than a child’s wagon on a dusty front lawn and the stars blink like forgotten Christmas lightswhile constellations shift, dissatisfied with their placements, sending ripples through mythology with every new shape they make. We have blankets and enough hope among us to keep the morning star burning above the far hills— I am flanked by mountainous profiles; the crag of a nose, the devastating valley of a lip. We are wondering if someone out there could read our thoughts if someone would take an interest in what puts our bodies together. Misguided, we gaze upward. It’s crazy to believe we’re alone in the universe, someone says, and I smile into my shoulder, considering, of all things, space: the starry unknown between fingers and words.

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Jan 17, 2016

Jan 17, 2016 at 4:48 AM UTC

UFO Sightings

The New Mexico sky is alive, redder than a child’s wagon on a dusty front lawn and the stars blink like forgotten Christmas lightswhile constellations shift, dissatisfied with their placements, sending ripples through mythology with every new shape they make. We have blankets and enough hope among us to keep the morning star burning above the far hills— I am flanked by mountainous profiles; the crag of a nose, the devastating valley of a lip. We are wondering if someone out there could read our thoughts if someone would take an interest in what puts our bodies together. Misguided, we gaze upward. It’s crazy to believe we’re alone in the universe, someone says, and I smile into my shoulder, considering, of all things, space: the starry unknown between fingers and words.

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Going nowhere? Wrong. The earth is spinning at 1038 miles per hour, whipping ‘round the Sun at 18 miles per second. Our solar system is travelling the galaxy at 155 miles per second, and our galaxy is sprinting through space at 185 miles per second. You’re sitting on your bed and you’re travelling the universe faster than you can ever imagine. Every millisecond of your life you’re somewhere new— so take a deep breath. You’re going everywhere.

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Jan 15, 2016

Jan 15, 2016 at 9:25 AM UTC

Going Everywhere

Going nowhere? Wrong. The earth is spinning at 1038 miles per hour, whipping ‘round the Sun at 18 miles per second. Our solar system is travelling the galaxy at 155 miles per second, and our galaxy is sprinting through space at 185 miles per second. You’re sitting on your bed and you’re travelling the universe faster than you can ever imagine. Every millisecond of your life you’re somewhere new— so take a deep breath. You’re going everywhere.

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