It's ok to write poems and put them here

Reading in the morning
Reading at night
Reading old books
Reading new books
Reading on the bus
Reading on the train
Reading on the stairs
Reading

People
Wherever you go
People

still writing a bunch! here are some that i wrote a while back and still like:

i can play most songs
if you give me a minute
lumped in the tub
filled to the brim
watching the shows
stretching my toes
swirling the suds

here’s the life cord
wrapped to your wrist
it gives us the minute

here on the soft downy
lawn of the back of your head
we don’t check the weather
so much as stepping so lightly
shaking like an overwhelmed witness
speaking of growth of goodness
please come home now
and make your nest

when it’s warmest
we paint each other’s dreams

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what is wrong
the words i chose
when is the show
don’t stay long

squinting in the parking lot
waiting on a shoe to drop

who are you
frozen august
ill and dogged
tried and true

torn up tickets at the gate
laminated student rates

don’t be mine
no good money
unbecoming
until the time

to arrive in the smoky glow
of unknowing unraveling

-

you had hardly knocked when I said come on in
wrap yourself up in my heavy blanket
it was a gift
we can share it

i lifted the fabric
up and over our heads
from the darkness we peered out
through crocheted stitches
in air which was warm and thick

we were furniture
for a long time it was like this

the leaves try to fly
for the first and last time

i like you as you are
sunset landing from afar
i like what you’ve run into
and how it changes

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things i do now that i know you

i make sound effects when i walk
i keep my right foot planted and pivot around
i stretch my arms long to reach the ground
up coffee and when i pour it say “pew pew!”

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I think you’ve got about 10 poems there bro

i didn't even post the others! there were like 30 poems there

limbo is a container for time
where one waits for godot
and knows how low one can go
how long one can hold onto
a breath before it hurts in the chest
with pinprick moments of silence
hanging in the upper halves of windows
like potted plants watching gardens
glow in the twilight, wanting to know

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my elbow flicks the light switch
because my fingers and forearms
are covered with paint, i said
what a mess of a mixup
to overlay the mediums
the message is in the tedium
replay what you heard
and see how it’s different

from what came before
send me a postcard
you’re halfway to the end
then halfway to the end

I’m noticing more people smoking recently saw

footage of Joni Mitchell singing coyote backstage on the rolling thunder

tour and is there a correlation between the populace quitting and obesity

yeah, I'm a poem
(not a syllable wasted)
I convey meaning

Part-Time Rapper by Scott Seward

I rock rhymes.

Sometimes.

i woke up in the middle of the night the other night and thought that. and then i went back to sleep. thank you. thank you very much.

with the right beat, i think you just wrote your first #1 single!

under the fence
you crawl on all fours
the lock to open the gate
from the inside

i heard your stomach scrape
along blades of grass
split in half along the stems
lift the hinges
to let our friends in

we light soft candles reminiscent
of the end of a sunset
projected wide onto wrinkled fabric
pulled taut from clips in the corners

the double u is spoken
the double v is chiseled
w reflects the
soft m in the center of the back
yes, I’d like my heart back
x marks the spot I can wait
what time does the sun set
don’t let the dust get wet

new game plus
starts with all the items but none of the progress
or all of the progress but none of the items
or with everything you can remember
or with nothing at all

but a new body and internal clock
settling into a walking pace
might mean time might
sturdy the fall
fresh sets of rules will unfold
as peculiar rhythms that become your own

shaded blades next to
lit blades lit green
warm my toes
blue and yellow
hope I won’t bring my
giant foot in the sky
swinging down hard
to divide my yard into two
discrete zones
of careless trampling
of careful misunderstanding

he hit me hard
he felt bad
-hit me back
come on, get me back-
no, not now
not when you’re expecting it
wait until you’ve forgotten
when i finally hit back
we will both laugh

“
The old arm
Of a new love
“

God is a bouncer
Who keeps me out of bars
And pushes me home
When I’ve had too few

Put on a pair of pants
Put on one more
Put on another and you’re falling on the floor
You won’t get to the door
Put on another pair of pants

i’m so hungry
i could eat a horse
of course, of course not really
really i’m so hungry i could lick
kirk cameron’s perfect banana, sorry
how many licks does it take
to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop
i’m not 1 2 say
WHOOoooo 8 all the D, 3,
vitamin, gummies?
how i wanted it to be me
CaRUNCHing mr. ed bobbing for apples
on halloween

New crush is old crush

“His weakness was his fondness for intoxication, which had similarly fascinated primitive man”

If “I gotta cut you off” is something you’ve had said to you at the bar, and also you’re into Pina coladas