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The Poetry Society of New York 4/13/17 The Poetry Society of New York 4/13/17

I've seen people stop waking up as themselvesBecause they've stopped waking up by themselves

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

History has its eyes on you. Put yourself back in the narrative. Find one song one last refrain. She allowed stars one by one to teach herself how to shine.

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

I'd like to put something by you: a broad dry thudding day with the clouds cladding down. Now the universe wants to be known when doing so keeps me from you. On summer evenings,you feel a blankness flood with the stuff of slump and dumpsters, with frescoes, memories and confetti. While the world turns to glittering with light, the impounded soul looks down. Your thoughts like a clingy rayon casing, deflating almost to absence. You and I, walking towards this silent house: the landscape cluttering with incapable machinery, acres of vacant airplanes and school buses explode and the earth split open like a corpse's gassy stomach and the full moon grows red with blood swollen inside it.What if i did not mention death to get started and you listen to music in the morning... the notes nervous as light reflects from your eyelashes.. a voice that seems to come from outer space,a city that burns behind us: by June the city seems to grow neurotic but I am the canals behind your forehead paddling. One day I will clutter the street corner and you'll judge me behind the friction and pretense of indifference. A conception of life as infinitely far away. In dreams, or in these moments of distraction that derive from dreams, summer is ending with imagery strewn everywhere like fragmentary objects exhausted by my dreams. In a silent room surrounded by sand I sleep. Other times, the dead in their milky shorerock in unison in marble chairs. By then, love and blasphemy could be the same thing.4-12-17.

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

Enjoy the sunshineThrough all the musicAnd into silence again

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

Hillary Clinton.

I'm gay I just want to be able to love

Here's to hoping that the world continues to function long after my body

Has withered away.

Here's to the life ahead of me.

I just want to live in a world where me and my friends can be gay together. Also no trump plz.

The desire to live gets less strong everyday

but I stay strong for them.

Because i know that if i left this world they would be SaD

I LOve TheM tOo MUCH to Be SelFiSH

FoR them I iWILL LIVE

For them I will stay strong

For them i will fight

Suicide is not an option.

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

The beauty of this city is that even when you're alone you can't really be lonely. Under the skin I felt I felt alone with myself. Bryan makes me feel not alone... the flower grew too big for her pot and transplanted herself to the city and grew more beautiful with each inhale of the creative yet polluted air.a nobody to most trying to be a somebody for myself.

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

tonight really put my life into perspective

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The smell of coffee and old books

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Your touch is like rain on an old tin roof. Whenever you hear rain like that...you're home. You know something has changed when all that you saw in the mirror as yours...is now hers

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

"We must admit there will be music Despite everything." Jack Gilbert

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

"You've gotten too heavy, honey. I can't hold You anymore." We learn at a young age we can be too much even for those who love us. We spend our whole lives looking for someone who won't buckle under the weight of who we are

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Why am I typing this when I could be buying lottery tickets?

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

On the other hand, it is much more satisfying than a compyuter keyboard. One feels emphatic on a real typewriter, even when ththe keys stick

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I feel 15 again, fingers on the keys, sometimes not strong enough to make an impression.

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Reality is an awsome opportunity for Love and Joy. I resist technology and am starting to feel marginalized, thanks for listening

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I saw a pileated woodpecker at Shelley Lake yesterday. It is the largest wood-pecker in North America, the size of a crow. Woody Woodpecker was based on this bird. I was so lost in excititement at seeing it, it was lovely to have a mentalvacation from the stress, anxiety, and dismay at what is going on in the world right now

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

one of my eyes is bigger than the other some of my days are brighter than the others why must we always compare one thing to another

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i knew them both. She was prudent and modest and he was constantly trying to prove himself... the showoff. Though she may not be the first one noticed she made the lasting impact on people. She knew one day quiet would win. Silence is our friend.If only other would allow quiet to surround them. Quiet is all there is in the end.

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so today was the first sunny day i dared

To leave my apartment i went to coney island

Fuuuuuun. I hope life starts to get better love you new york.

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

what have I seen today? I have seen a man looking

into a small box, I walked up to him and I stared at him, he didn't

Notice me, I walked closer and he still didn't notice me, all he cared

For was what was in that small box. what could be so interesting in that

small box? that it takes up all of his attention? it glows. Right on his

Face, this little box is his oracal and he seeks all answers in it,

But what if this small box was wrong? how would he know if he seeks

All of his answers from a small box. won't he only finds things within

That small box? won't he limit his life to what within that small

Glowing box? he is missing out on a bright beautiful world that surrounds him, what could be so interesting in that small box.