THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT

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i thought i thought it was time to write a poem...maybe i'd wait too long,

here a typewriter appeared

well then...

hello, i love you, the world goes round

i'll wake up tomorrow,

s'all good...

meena z.

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so, ive always said my spirit animal was a sloth. or maybe a cat. but definitely not a cuddlefish, although ;::

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where the fuck is the autocorrect

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typewriting is nostalgic,poetic and melancholic.

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tiptaptiiptaptaaptap

i saw a bird on a

railing

it looked at me

and asked why i left

"i don't know"

i said. "the mountaains were calling"

he looked at me.

he knew i lost the growth.

sometimes you need the

art of a city too.

fin.

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there hasn't been another yeti'm not sure where they are

i miss the cold inviting rain

but not enough to leave the wild city

and i've been reading old books....

they only make the problem seem older

not more solvable

i was told once

about crowing hens

and whistling women

i'm both now

but lay no eggs

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i saw a maan i matched with on tinder in the park todayhe gave me his

yellow feltheart

it looked like this:

/ )

-- )

i buried it

and cried.

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hi liv! poetry.

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emojis on a typewriter ::0 - surprised

:) - happy

:( - sad

:/- undecided

;)-lazy eye

@ @ U -cute animal thing

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she asked if i was bored no

i answered honestly, proudly

she couldn't understand

why i would pierce my ears

but my managed masochism isn't about her

it's for ----

they gild what i hear

allowing everything

to be ornamented

before it enters my head

so i only hear the good and beautiful parts

of what ----

so that's all that is left

no, i'm not bored

i'm selective

no it's not trendy

it's a collection

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she tries to make her paper bird fly she doesn't know

not yet

that it could

if she had just made it a plane

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we all have our momentsand it's hard to tell

when it's yours or his or hers

what if this is your moment

what if that's not a good thing

if we all have our moments

and we al know that

then maybe forgiveness is closer than we think .

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WordUpPoetA form of defeat, not rising

to Occasion,

Harsh words and misunderstandings

simply not saying what you meant

or doimg what your heart said...

shouldn't keep it to yourself

we've all been there, we all Feel

original sinnners its typical

Comtinual, hurting those close

and far away from you, a lapse of judgemment

Overreactions are cyclical, moments of

weakness, rage and jealous picture views

we all have our moments,

try to burn your ego in dethronement

and be component and ally to the

Present Moment

wordup.poet

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I've been doing that for years lt helps when youre not from "here"

a word that applies evewrywhere

alone in Amsterdam

i drank beer

and in Berlin

there are gardens of them

for lent

this year

i gave up beer

for 40 days and 40 nights

i lived a beerless life

and it was great

except for everytime

i had to say no thanks

to a glass of local lager

but in Vilnius, LIlithuania

i had to refuse the beer

and instead

Lena, the hostel owner

made a "traditional vodka procedure"

and that was another kind home

we reconciled the issues between Lithuania and Poland

and chose

vodka

i learned a lot

from giving up beer

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seeing homes in beerooh dear... are you

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Jessie and Evan ate pizza and it was mediorce at best.but the beer was pretty good and it was from the Bronx.

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birds make houses in treesmy friends make houses in me

i often wonder why we often wonder why we seek homes in people's arms

when it is impermanent

tenants in friendship

seeing homes

because

we dont have our own

like our parents did

or at least it seemed like that

when we were kids

they had a fireplace and a family

but i have friendship and poetry

and it feels like the same thing

when i dont think about it too much

or if i think about it way too much

like death

how things used to be

until i relearned them as memories

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dont start againadd to it

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we are sitting in the parka striped boy kicks in the park

with his impossibly good looking dad

a woman photographs me

i told her that's my bad side

she giggled but it's true

it's good to know your flaws

as long as you know your attributes

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I am hungovera punishment for last night

repeat tomorrow