THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT

The Poetry Society of New York 4/12/17 The Poetry Society of New York 4/12/17

As winter ends we hope for summer to come quicker than expected,once summer finally arrives we dread nothing but the summer , yet we expectthe best to happen when coming together...

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Passing the Connecticut coast

With the marsh, covered boats, and cottages

Makes me. With the black snails

Once we collected them in a beach bucket

And I can't remember if they survived

I think about the trail they make

Amung the mollusk shells

Do not ascribe malice to that which can

Be easily explained by

Ignorance.

The more we fight the more time we lose solving the problem.

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The anxiety of a life not lived...

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My body is a flesh prisonBut my mind will set me free.

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The cat was awesome and loved ice cream also the cat liked to be in water.

The Poetry Society of New York 4/12/17 The Poetry Society of New York 4/12/17

Hello Harrison Ford from Spain visca me llamo Marina. Soy la mas guapa del mundo.

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Found myself writing about an ex, forgot why I came here. But remembered some things never change. Virginia Destrieux.

The Poetry Society of New York 4/12/17 The Poetry Society of New York 4/12/17

Nothing. Nothing gold can stay... but. Not all that glitters is gold. There. Today was a hard. I feel like I let down someone I care deeply about. I can barely manage to get my thoughts out on this paper. I feel like to "improve" myself I have to give up some of the things in I love but are distractions. I just want to live up to the expectations of the people I love. People like Steve Jobs or Marie Curie would have ruled the world if they had a fraction of what i have. I wish I lived in a world of hope. Of heroes. Strand makes the world feel like our world is like that. From the wise words of Kar 9/11 was an inside job. Hello why don't you make the ding noise when I type hello. I strongl feel like this is broken.. Ok nope. Back again. Still wishing I was in a more hopeful world. All I can do is hope and survive until that bastard with the ugly toupee leaves office in shame. I hope the GOP collapses for joining forces with him for shamelessly pandering to bigots. For sacrificing the rights of everyone who isn't rich and old to make their blood money. They will be remembered when the seas rise and our air becomes less breathable. I hope for unbelievably long lives for all of them so they can live to reap what they've sown. I don't want my children to grow up in a world without forests, without coral reefs. Without snow. Without hope. I was promised spaceships, coexistence. Equality. I will not give up until that day comes. Even if it is just to spite the selfish fools who created this mess. I will forgive the GOP when they abandon the southern strategy and condemn their past actions.

The Poetry Society of New York 4/12/17 The Poetry Society of New York 4/12/17

Wow. A real typewriter... It's pretty cool. Even if I can't figure out the keys.Hmm. That feels very nice. I think I'll fool around a bit, even if I won't write anything. The key is to hit the keys firmly, guys.

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CONFESSION: my heart never left the mountains and the city skyline was what I dreamed of under the pines but the more I live in this dream the more my heart longsfor the cold summer nights and plunging into a silent lake

The Poetry Society of New York 4/11/17 The Poetry Society of New York 4/11/17

Daddy thinks we've finally learned to give up spaceSpace

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i build armor out of swallowed tongues

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You will be brought up;No need to push buttons.

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you should love me, my name is jesse.charles. ian.don't touch me when i'm eating. or sleeping.

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it's a cool thing we are unapologetically, ourselves.

The Poetry Society of New York 4/8/17 The Poetry Society of New York 4/8/17

the waves captured the girl. From that point on, her soul was one with the soul of the waves. Crushing, fleeting, and cascading forces of

Change. Follow the current of your heartbeat.

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Suddenly, the relaxation felt overwhelming.

The Poetry Society of New York 4/8/17 The Poetry Society of New York 4/8/17

Suddenly, the relaxation felt overwhelming.

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The water was warm, as it should be before morning yoga.

The Poetry Society of New York 4/8/17 The Poetry Society of New York 4/8/17

The water was warm, as it should be before morning yoga.