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The Poetry Society of New York 4/20/17 The Poetry Society of New York 4/20/17

i don't understand poetry but i like it like it's straight up.

The Poetry Society of New York 4/20/17 The Poetry Society of New York 4/20/17

your smile is extremely contagious and as it illuminates the dark i can see the way you look at me and it is outrageous you can light me up just light a spark it was underneath june's summer sun when i started thinking of the possibility that you were the one the one that i would deeply love.

The Poetry Society of New York 4/20/17 The Poetry Society of New York 4/20/17

THIS IS OUR SENIOR YEAR. INSPIRATIONS. DESIRES. VULNERABILITIES. INSPIRATION PLEASE.

The Poetry Society of New York 4/20/17 The Poetry Society of New York 4/20/17

there's this girl i knowshe's pretty frickin' awesoome she makes me smile and my heart warmer and it's been in a while MY KOI FISH miraculous optimistic incredible. Lirtasi. T. a supportive heartfelt homosexual - your moo

The Poetry Society of New York 4/20/17 The Poetry Society of New York 4/20/17

message to pluto it doesn't matter if the distance between us is far one day it will just be the two of us going to the place where the sea drizzles into the stars - rose

The Poetry Society of New York 4/20/17 The Poetry Society of New York 4/20/17

You know not all. Gay people are happy. They say "sad gay" is an oxymoron, but here I am - Micaha

The Poetry Society of New York 4/20/17 The Poetry Society of New York 4/20/17

A BREATH OF FRESH AIR AFTER DROWNING LIVING NO LONGER SEEMS LIKE A CHOICE IN FRONT OF ME THE WORLD IS BOWING BUT NOT TO ME TO PEOPLE WHO DESERVE IT I DON'T DESERVE THE PRAISE PRAISE BECAUSE I'VE DONE NOTHING WORTHY BENEATH THE SWELL SURGES OF MEMORY TEARS SMILES KNOWING EYES AND THEN IT TAKES

The Poetry Society of New York 4/20/17 The Poetry Society of New York 4/20/17

Newly jealous of nostalgia

Set out for the future

But is trapped by the nausea

Of becoming too late.

It was insane. It made my skin tingle where he touched me and ache where he didn't.

The Poetry Society of New York 4/20/17 The Poetry Society of New York 4/20/17

Damn.

I have never written blending beautiful marbles upon the wind in nightings of the grand marble master make this the most marvelous marble you ever did read and when the monsters in your mind creep in at night, see them to the door just as they arrived. Because it is you who invited them even in your fear you hold the power to make them history. At the time being, contented now.