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 Mar 2018 Bluejay
Hannah
Poetess
 Mar 2018 Bluejay
Hannah
Writing
has set
me free.

It is
something
nobody
can ever
take away
from me.
**
 Mar 2018 Bluejay
curlygirl
its only when
i'm really empty
that i feel
his name
rattle around
between my ribs
 Mar 2018 Bluejay
curlygirl
he doesn't need
the curve of
just any hip
to hold
while he sleeps.
he needs
my
hips to hold
shoulder to kiss
perfume to breathe.
i know because
its my form
that fits so
intricately
against his.
 Mar 2018 Bluejay
curlygirl
he slept next to me
like a shining knight
without his armor,
vulnerable and guarded.
 Mar 2018 Bluejay
curlygirl
Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly;  who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
 Mar 2018 Bluejay
Emily Dickinson
1233

Had I not seen the Sun
I could have borne the shade
But Light a newer Wilderness
My Wilderness has made—
 Mar 2018 Bluejay
ThePoet
My desire
of wanting you
was greater
than my
pleasure of
having you

©
 Mar 2018 Bluejay
brooke
i am sure she is
just as radiant in
the sunlight, without
trying, as herself
and you in the doorway
with a mouthful of her
name, light and lovely--

*new.
(c) brooke otto 2018
 Mar 2018 Bluejay
adriana
we built empires in our minds that no one else could inhabit
we had never seen the world that's outside of our walls
we hadn't ever let go of anything that we created
we couldn't have controlled ourselves after
we started something that wouldn't end
we hadn't had the chance to run
we were running out of time
we hadn't had any options
we were afraid of what
we had become
but after all...
we tried being what
we weren't and all that
we thought that we wanted
we slow danced in mcdonald's
we explored abandoned buildings
we had photo shoots in parking lots
we stargazed on the hood of your vintage car
we lived as much as we could because we knew
we wouldn't last much longer than the last ones but
we were at least willing to try and love before we ended
We were everything that everyone wanted. We were everything that everyone needed. We were everything.
 Mar 2018 Bluejay
adriana
I wanna die before I'm old.
I wanna chop off all my hair and dye it pink.
I wanna live in LA and go to art school.
I want the American dream that no one sees.
I wanna do dumb things with people I just met.
I wanna be a musician and play at bars with my band.
I wanna go to the beach at midnight and dance.
I wanna live while I can.
I wanna make it through the night.
I don't feel like this is a big deal... but I'm gonna do it anyways.
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