thankful for every little miracle it bestowed—

and it made her

entirely impossible

to live without.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

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What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

 

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

 

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

 

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

 

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

 

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

 

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

xx Atticus

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in love or out of love,

she was just there

existing

in the ebb and flow of life—

and that was a dangerous place to be

but her worst mistake

was forgetting to remember

there was more.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

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she taught me French

and after breakfast she would paint

and I would write

and as the spring rain fell on the skylight

and the tea steamed from its mugs

my heart hummed

to the music

of the dream

we’d found.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

www.atticuspoetry.com

i carry your heart with me

(i carry it in my heart)

i am never without it

(anywhere i go you go,my dear; 

and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear no fate

(for you are my fate,my sweet)

i want no world

(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;

which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart 

(i carry it in my heart) 

xx Atticus

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No, but it will—

even behind the darkest clouds,

and no promise

will make it shine longer or brighter

for that is its fate,

to burn until it can burn no more.

To love you is not my promise

but my fate—

to burn for you

until I can burn no more

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

www.atticuspoetry.com

and all revolts are eventually quelled.

The question is:

in those moments

with a rock in your hand

and tear gas in your eyes

can you smile to the fates

stand tall

and

make your voice heard?

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

www.atticuspoetry.com

when the thick snow drifts

through moonlight

and the sky looks like falling stars

close your eyes

look up

tongue out to the  gods

and feel the cool ash burn you.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

www.atticuspoetry.com

Out here on this very day

We journey further into the illusion

Adrift in the great dream

Yearning for entry into the severed realm

Do you know that the death of earth soon come?

Do you know the progress of destruction?

Do you know the strange new topography of the coast?

Life closes in slowly around us

And we seek salvation in copulation

In drugs

And by sunset we ascend

Only to find that our minds

And our bodies

Weren't ours at all.


Follow Prince Neptune @princeneptunepoetand @codysimpson
 

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

www.atticuspoetry.com

I have fallen

in love many times.

Have you ever sat in a bar

and watched a lonely man

or woman by themselves,

their tired eyes shaken,

fixed on nothing but

the glass in front of them?

Can't you taste their sadness

from across the room?

Those people.

I fall in love

with those people.

To me there are few things

more real.

Follow Christopher @christopherpoindexter

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

www.atticuspoetry.com

it was orange

and red

and yellow

and small.

And in all ways

it was our love

gone now

but beautiful still

as the memory of something more.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

www.atticuspoetry.com

give me

the open road

the stars in the sky

the smell of a campfire

around the next bend

and I will be as rich as any king.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

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she said,

about our house

our children

our garden

about the lives we will have --

but he never could

and it wasn't until she was gone

that he understood

that she never needed the house

she only needed the dream.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

www.atticuspoetry.com

for your smiles,

for your tears,

for your skinned knees,

and your broken hearts,

for the love you give,

and the love you find.

For whatever you become,

or don’t,

it is far too late,

I love you already,

long before

we ever meet.
 

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

www.atticuspoetry.com

and my heart beat fast

as her warmth swallowed me up.

A thousand times I’d run this trail

but not with her.

Her eyes were all that young love should be,

and they lit me up

in every look.

We lay in shooting skies

and freckled stars, and

promised our love would last forever—

and so in our forever

it would

there in a castle atop of Blueberry Hill,

with silver moon rivers

and sailing ships.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

www.atticuspoetry.com

only to live

our lives well,

to fall into the gentle to and fro of life,

and the refrains of seasons and tides

rocking us slowly & finally to sleep

as old and loved

as we can possibly be.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

www.atticuspoetry.com

and she slept on as the sun rose

spilling light across our bed

she was an angel in my sheets

the girl I would draw

if given a thousand years

and only a promise

she might one day come to life.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

www.atticuspoetry.com

I’ve heard

worthy

to decline

a request

by a lady of

reasonable

morals

and pleasant

company

for a skinny dip

under a warm

summer moon.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

www.atticuspoetry.com

are stars

met once

in the breath of a universe

crossed only for a moment

as the ebb and flow

of dust and atoms.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

www.atticuspoetry.com

but when the sun came out

it seemed fresh

like a city made new

and the ruins glimmered

reminding me

that nothing lasts forever

not cities

not kingdoms

not rainstorms.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

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a bed, a desk, and bookshelf,

a writer’s paradise

the rain would fall and set

its cadence to my thoughts

the old radiator pumped hot breath

forcing my window to be cracked a pinch

and there each night I would fall asleep

in a melody of cold and hot—

wrapped up safe in all my ghosts. 
 

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

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xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

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there’s more to you

than the person

everybody else sees

a person hidden deep within 

the very fabric of your soul— 

you must pull that thread

unravel the truth of you 

and wake within yourself

that great giant 

you already know 

you can be.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

www.atticuspoetry.com

for the world is small 

and you are a giant 

and every step

you take

will make the ground shake 

as it rises

to meet you.

xx Atticus

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xx Atticus
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xx Atticus
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in rain showers 

drinking champagne from bottles 

jumping into pools in our clothes 

and kissing under lightning, 

we yelled promises in thunderclaps

to never grow old— 

and I fell in love 

with you 

and the absolute certainty 

it all would last forever. 

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

www.atticuspoetry.com

every scar, 

every bruise,

 I want to trace the map of you, 

my fingers a compass, 

your freckles the constellations 

which in my heart I will chart 

so when I close my eyes 

I’ll have you in my stars forever. 

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

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xx Atticus
@atticuspoetry

I’ve had the slow murmur of a Paris thought,

the kind that won’t leave

until well after

a month-long-week

of rosé,

cafés,

and sunsets on the Seine.
 

xx Atticus

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www.atticuspoetry.com

The city's all a-shining 

Beneath a fickle sun, 

A gay young wind's a-blowing, 

The little shower is done. 

But the rain-drops still are clinging 

And falling one by one -- 

Oh it's Paris, it's Paris, 

And spring-time has begun.
 

I know the Bois is twinkling 

In a sort of hazy sheen, 

And down the Champs the gray old arch 

Stands cold and still between. 

But the walk is flecked with sunlight 

Where the great acacias lean, 

Oh it's Paris, it's Paris, 

And the leaves are growing green.
 

The sun's gone in, the sparkle's dead, 

There falls a dash of rain, 

But who would care when such an air

Comes blowing up the Seine? 

And still Ninette sits sewing 

Beside her window-pane, 

When it's Paris, it's Paris, 

And spring-time's come again. 
 

xx Atticus

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than tucked

in a corner

of a café in Paris

with a bottle of rosé

and an afternoon to spare.
 

xx Atticus

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xx Atticus

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I am forgotten

left in the spinning blossom

of your love—

and all I can do is

watch you both

and smile

as the gardens bloom.

xx Atticus

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www.atticuspoetry.com

We turn the corner of the street 

And again 

Here is a landscape grey with rain 

On black umbrellas, waterproofs, 

And dashing from the slated roofs 

Into a mass of mud and sand. 

Behind a row of blackened trees. 

The dripping plastered houses stand 

Like mendicants without regrets 

For unpaid debts 

Hand in pocket, undecided, 

Indifferent if derided. 

Among such scattered thoughts as these 

We turn the corner of the street; 

But why are we so hard to please?

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry 

www.atticuspoetry.com

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Today, we’re starting off with “Give Me A Room In Paris.”

Xx

Give me a room in Paris

the smaller, the better

and it must be winter

and it must be cold

so we can make it hot

too hot to sit still

and the window must be thin

so we can hear the bells

and the power must surge and bubble

so the lights flicker

and the records skip

let the water be weak

so our coffee is strong

so we can stay up late to dance.

Give me this Paris

and I will paint for you

all the truths I know

about magic.

Other Poem Read Today:

• "In Paris With You” by James Fenton
• “The Eiffel Tower” by Ronza Z

xx Atticus

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to me

is stumbling in the dark

searching for

the right words

to describe

the feeling

I get

when she smiles

while she sleeps.

xx Atticus

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www.atticuspoetry.com

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.

I have outwalked the furthest city light.
 

I have looked down the saddest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat

And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
 

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street,
 

But not to call me back or say good-bye;

And further still at an unearthly height,

One luminary clock against the sky
 

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. 

I have been one acquainted with the night

xx Atticus

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in its gentle fury

a four-horsed apocalypse

charging toward us

huddled on a beach

in woolen blankets

singing songs

on a ukulele

to the ever-riding doom of dark.

xx Atticus

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xx Atticus

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darkest nights 

and brightest days

and I want you to know

that I will be here

forever

loving you

in dusk.

xx Atticus

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www.atticuspoetry.com

And the yellow half-moon large and low; 

And the startled little waves that leap 

In fiery ringlets from their sleep, 

As I gain the cove with pushing prow, 

And quench its speed i' the slushy sand. 

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; 

Three fields to cross till a farm appears; 

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch 

And blue spurt of a lighted match, 

And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears, 

Than the two hearts beating each to each! 

xx Atticus

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Today, we’re starting off with “My Sweet Darling.”

Xx

My sweet darling,

all these tears,

this hurt,

the pain in your heart,

do not fight it anymore,

it is a gift, you see, to feel this much

and even though it’s hard

it means you’re alive

with each of these tearful breaths gasped

your soul awakens,

more alive in the pain

than you were in the numb,

you are coming back to me now, my love,

lucid in this darkness—

so cry aloud,

yell,

and fall,

and I will be here waiting

to catch you

when the waking up is done.

Other Poem Read Today:

• “Let’s Start With The Hard Part" by Kayil York
• “He Lit The Sky For Her...” by Theresa Lloyd

xx Atticus

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through careful observation

that you look your best

soaked in champagne

under fireworks

dancing in the rain.

xx Atticus

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sometimes i sit

alone beneath

the stars and think

of the galaxies

inside of my

heart and truly

wonder if anyone

will ever want

to make sense of

all that i am

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xx Atticus

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feed the hurt

inside us

like a wild bear on a chain

just to see

how angry we can make it

before letting it go.

xx Atticus

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My mind has thunderstorms,

That brood for heavy hours:

Until they rain me words,

My thoughts are drooping flowers

And sulking, silent birds.

Yet come, dark thunderstorms,

And brood your heavy hours;

For when you rain me words,

My thoughts are dancing flowers

And joyful singing birds. 

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry 

www.atticuspoetry.com

the kind of girl

you needed to lose

yourself to find

somewhere

up half a bottle of whiskey

and down half the moon of sky.

xx Atticus

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O delicate young woman you

Listen here and listen close

Run into the balmy night

Singing with boisterous delight

For someday you will lay to rest

Beside your tired prince

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xx Atticus

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What of the firefly,

the one I love to chase?

The old man smiled

Love her

he said

but leave her wild,

and the old oak tree I love to climb?

Love her, he said, but leave her wild

the bird that sings that song I love?

Love her, he said, but leave her wild

and the wolf that cries to the old joke moon?

Love her, he said, but leave her wild

and the horse that loves to run with storms?

Love her, he said, but leave her wild.

And what of her,

the one I love most?

And the old man smiled.

Yes, he said,

you must love her too

but love her wild

and she’ll love you.

Other Poem Read Today:

• “Bird on a Wire" by Leonard Cohen

xx Atticus

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have a body full of scars

and a head full of memories

than a life

of regrets

and perfect skin.

xx Atticus

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Let me kiss the

cracks in your soul.

I can’t promise

I can make

them go away,

but I can at least try

to ease the pain.

Follow Kayil York @rose_thorns1921

xx Atticus

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pretending

to be so perfect

for the world

and get on

with finding out

if we can be

perfect

for each other.

xx Atticus

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www.atticuspoetry.com

Trying too hard to be too good, 

Even when trying to be bad, 

Is too good for the bad 

Too bad for the good. 

Perfection seems sterile; 

It is final, no mystery in it; 

It's a product of an assembly line. 

To accomplish the perfect perfection, 

A little imperfection helps. 

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry 

www.atticuspoetry.com

you are worth your bad days

you are worth your good

you are worth your confusion

you are worth your insecurities

you are worth fighting for

and you are worth loving.

And that’s a fck’ing fact.

xx Atticus

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www.atticuspoetry.com

she wasn’t afraid of

my demons and i did

not fear her madness.

we saw beyond those

things that life

does to a person.

and underneath it all

there's a beautiful

soul that just wants

to be loved.

Follow JmStorm @jmstormquotes

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry 

www.atticuspoetry.com

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Today, we’re starting off with “When They Met.”

When they met

they were old already,

and so could skip

all the awkward parts of love,

realizing that neither was perfect

and never would be

instead they met as two old souls

worn well from a life of true moments

and together

they lingered

in each other’s last few shadows

soothing scars

from a life well lived.

Other Poems Read Today:

• “I love us" by Christopher Poindexter
• “Send me nudes” by Anonymous

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xx Atticus

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she is

those final steps

the turn around the last bend

and a little house

with a light on

and a fire lit

with a faint laugh

floating on the warm wind—

she is

my always,

coming home.

xx Atticus

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To all of the lights

who chose to dim

when I was in the darkness,

thank you for teaching me

that my own light

is all I need.

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xx Atticus

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all of the trees

all of time

all spinning throughout the darkened sky

as if

the whole world

was created

just to hold her—

asleep on the couch

in the morning sun.

xx Atticus

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On days like this I feel as heavy as the rain.

I feel like I'm falling from the sky and crashing

hard on the ground.

Sometimes it takes the heavy days to cleanse us

so we can feel what it’s like to release and be

light again.

Follow Kayil York @rose_thorns1921

xx Atticus

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dripping down our shoulders and fingers

in the oranges of the Musée d’Orsay

cigarette smoke danced in the scattering light

as if in symphony

with the orchestra of some far-off conductor

to fall and rise and fall at once—

the light lilting to our laughs

splitting into a thousand pieces

and we were caught in the center of it

hung among the stars

suspended in the disco ball of space.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry 

www.atticuspoetry.com

let me tell you about freedom

it cowers and shivers

as young women dance for you

suddenly

amidst a kaleidoscope of salutations

your eyes see the angel

with nothing but the senses to guide you

new life becomes as inevitable

as the milky coming of dawn

the stone tower arises

erect in her soft summer sky

warm and wet with rain

and as your thousand spirits soar

life explodes like roman candles across the night

and she welcomes you

into the iron gates

of eternity

to be born again

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xx Atticus

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Today, we’re starting off with “If I’d Met Her In A Cave.”

If I'd met her in a cave

in the dark

where no light ever lived

she would still be the brightest thing I'd ever seen

for it always was the way she was

never the way she looked

that made her so beautiful to me

and beautiful she was

though I never let it blind me

for it was only when I closed my eyes

and stood there in that darkest cave

that she truly blinded me

with beauty.

Other Poems Read Today:

• “Figs from Thistles: First Fig" by Edna St. Vincent Millay
• “Light breaks where no sun shines” by Dylan Thomas
   

xx Atticus

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bathing in the grand forests of his love

with only the quiet rustle

of the treetops against the sky

to remind her she was real at all.

xx Atticus

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He asks me:

“What do you want from me?”

I stare at him in silence

With tears fighting to stay

buried inside my eyes,

with thoughts swirling in my mind

like a hurricane.

“What do you want from me?” he asks

over and over.

I am confused because

I know and

I don’t know.

You were the one

who knocked on my door.

You were the one

who wouldn’t allow me to close my door.

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xx Atticus

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just the way you are—

in my baggy shirts

in my tangled sheets

eating popcorn in my bed

quietly

so I don’t hear you.

xx Atticus

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in my solitude i hear

secrets about me

god only tells to

the flowers.

his voice whimpering

from stars to

dust,

from gates of

gold

to soil.

he says;

“you are a collection

of all the people

you have ever loved.”

Follow Christopher Poindexter @christopherpoindexter

xx Atticus

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there lives

a wild pixie,

that if let go,

would run and dance in grassy fields

until the end of the world—

and when that girl grows up,

that pixie hides,

but she’s always there,

peeking out behind old eyes

and reading glasses,

waiting

to one day dance again.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry 

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she gets quiet sometimes

and i can feel that a 

certain weight has got

her by the heart. and it

is in those times that i

want her to speak the most.

but i know she can’t.

because sometimes things

get grisly inside. they

get messy and she has to

cleanse all that.

and the last thing she wants

to do is dirty me with it.

i know all that. In my mind,

i know it. but it doesn’t

make it any easier to watch.

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xx Atticus

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Today, we’re starting off with “I Longed For Real Silence.”

Xx

I longed for real silence

the kind you can’t find

but stumble upon

in a cabin

somewhere

on a lake without a moon

where you hear the cigarette burn

and the candle flicker

and your thoughts

come alive

to dance in the

the symphonies

of your mind

Other Poems Read Today:

• “Tulips" by Sylvia Plath
• “Cool Summer Nights” by Prince Neptune (Cody Simpson)

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xx Atticus

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she was whole

so entirely in front of me

the one honest gift

of my life

dripping there

in the rain.

xx Atticus

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My darling, don’t forget your resilience.

You are so strong and so capable.

The only person who needs to understand

that, is you.

Bask in your strength.

Bask in your will power to be better.

Because you are a warrior.

You were built to win.

Follow Kayil York @rose_thorns1921

xx Atticus

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out of her

great sorrow

and fear,

came one

exhilarating

seed of

thought

that consumed

her in a calming

wave of love and hope—

she was free.

 

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry 

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won't you celebrate with me

what i have shaped into

a kind of life? i had no model.

born in babylon

both nonwhite and woman

what did i see to be except myself?

i made it up

here on this bridge between

starshine and clay,

my one hand holding tight

my other hand; come celebrate

with me that everyday

something has tried to kill me

and has failed.

xx Atticus

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between you and them

choose you.

It’s better to be whole and alone

than broken at their feet.

xx Atticus

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you're not the same

person you were

10 years ago and

probably not the

person you thought

you'd be. but that

is the natural order

of life. it will

take you to places

you don’t want to

go and kill off

parts that aren’t

meant to stay.

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xx Atticus

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Today's reading:

Obsession is not love,

infatuation is not love,

when someone ignores you

or treats you poorly, carelessly,

or with indifference

that’s not love—

that’s a lack of love,

for yourself, for trying to fill

your missing pieces with theirs

but when someone is whole

and you are whole

and you act in kindness and benevolence, vulnerability

through strength,

love becomes an exchange

with another person—

and that is

its truest form.

Other Poems Read Today:

• "Sailing to Byzantium" by W. B. Yeats
• “Protect Your Circle” by Kayil York
• "Ferocious Independence, a Lion in the Sea” by Prince Neptune

xx Atticus

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give me only the moon,

some wine, and old friends

laughing in the desert,

and I will show you

what the

pagans

called god.

xx Atticus

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www.atticuspoetry.com

here's to the ones

who give their love,

energy,

and essence

away for the pleasure

of others.

to the ones

who are so purely selfless

they would rather suffer

so that others do not have to.

here's to the empaths.

here's to the lost.

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xx Atticus

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that most of life’s

toughest

and more existential

questions

can be solved

or indefinitely postponed

by spending more time

around the people you love.

xx Atticus

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www.atticuspoetry.com

Without this — there is nought —

All other Riches be

As is the Twitter of a Bird —

Heard opposite the Sea —

I could not care — to gain

A lesser than the Whole —

For did not this include themself —

As Seams — include the Ball?

I wished a way might be

My Heart to subdivide —

'Twould magnify — the Gratitude —

And not reduce — the Gold —

xx Atticus

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thankful for every little miracle it bestowed—

and it made her

entirely impossible

to live without.


xx Atticus

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mumbling down the streets of new york I hear jazz

echoing up from manholes in the ground

subway musicians hoofing their daily brass ecstasies

and all is cool and calm and fine

like always

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xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

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of the great stories lost

to old basements,

floods,

and fires,

it makes me sad

until

I think also

of all the stories

not yet made,

in young minds,

in full pens,

and on paper

not yet printed.

Other Poems Read Today:

• "When You Are Old" by William Butler Yeats
• “Love Story” by Marisa J
• "I am Endless for it all” by Kayil York

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xx Atticus

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every moment, every sunset, every smile— 

soak in the magnificence 

of everything that is already—

and you will find 

what you’ve been searching for. 

xx Atticus

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What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

 

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

 

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

 

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

 

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

 

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

 

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

xx Atticus

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chances are

your best kiss

your hardest laugh

and your greatest day

are still yet to come.

xx Atticus

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never

go by the book.

they will want

you to,

but you mustn't.

if the lust

is too strong,

tear one page

from a hundred books

and make you

own way.

there is no formula

for life,

no equation

on how to be

a human being.

find your freedom

and breathe there.

drink there.

love there.

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xx Atticus

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in all the love I gave you

and never got back.

Keep it now

it is my gift to you

for you will not get more—

and that,

my love,

is my gift to me.

xx Atticus

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you are good enough.

only you can set that

standard.

but realize that you

may have to walk alone

for a bit. because not

everyone will recognize

it. 

we all see the night

sky, but only a few of

us actually see the stars.

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xx Atticus

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The old man said

in you

there is power

there are ideas

no one has ever thought of

there is the strength to love

purely and intensely

and to be loved back

there is the power to make people happy

and to make people laugh

the power to change lives

and futures

don’t ever forget that power

and don’t ever

give up on it.

Other Poems Read Today:

• "Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou
• “I Taught Myself To Live Simply” by Anna Akhmatova

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

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in love or out of love,

she was just there

existing

in the ebb and flow of life—

and that was a dangerous place to be

but her worst mistake

was forgetting to remember

there was more.

xx Atticus

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A gentleman crouches beside a young boy drawing waves on the

pavement, 100 years from now

‘Son, if you can possibly begin to imagine, I’ll share with you my

photographs of the earth’

 

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xx Atticus

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in this morning light

should you smudge

the beautiful I see

I want to paint you

every curve with words

and place you

on the mantle of my soul

as the forever memory

of dawn.

xx Atticus

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Strange Power, I know not what thou art,

Murderer or mistress of my heart.

I know I'd rather meet the blow

Of my most unrelenting foe

Than live---as now I live---to be

Slain twenty times a day by thee.

 

Yet, when I would command thee hence,

Thou mockest at the vain pretence,

Murmuring in mine ear a song

Once loved, alas! forgotten long;

And on my brow I feel a kiss

That I would rather die than miss.

xx Atticus

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my heart

you are missing from me

as noticeably

as if I woke

without a leg

so far away

you beat

that I must hobble

through my day

missing you with

missing pieces.


xx Atticus

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www.atticuspoetry.com

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

    That mark our place; and in the sky

    The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

    Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

        In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

    The torch; be yours to hold it high.

    If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

        In Flanders fields.

xx Atticus

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I found an old book

on my shelves

I opened the pages

and smelled the smells

and for a moment

my mind forgot its place and time

as I walked into a cabin

so many miles and years away—

there was a fire on

and the kettle played its tune.

The sun was shining

and my family was there

waving me down to the beach—

I can’t tell you

how incredible it is

to be there now

writing to you

from the cabin of my youth.

Other Poems Read Today:

• "I Remember, I Remember" by Thomas Hood
• “The Slow Room Of Decades” by Prince Neptune

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry 

www.atticuspoetry.com

If I am not worth your apology,

you are not worth me carrying

the pain that you caused me.

So I will forgive you, not for you

but for me.

I deserve to let go.

I deserve to be free of your pain.

and if you

can’t admit your own mistakes,

I will not allow the ashes that your pain

turned me into

to hold me hostage.

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xx Atticus

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Good-bye! a kind good-bye,

I bid you now, my friend,

And though 'tis sad to speak the word,

To destiny I bend
 

And though it be decreed by Fate

That we ne'er meet again,

Your image, graven on my heart,

Forever shall remain.
 

Aye, in my heart thoult have a place,

Among the friends held dear,-

Nor shall the hand of Time efface

The memories written there.

Goodbye,

S.

L.

C.

xx Atticus

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and all revolts are eventually quelled.

The question is:

in those moments

with a rock in your hand

and tear gas in your eyes

can you smile to the fates

stand tall

and

make your voice heard?

xx Atticus

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I am yours.

I am yours as the stars

belong to the sky

and I am yours as 

the rivers belong

to the sea.

I am yours as your tears

belong to your eyes

and I am yours

as your lungs belong

to the pattern in which

you breathe.

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xx Atticus

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No, but it will—

even behind the darkest clouds,

and no promise

will make it shine longer or brighter

for that is its fate,

to burn until it can burn no more.

To love you is not my promise

but my fate—

to burn for you

until I can burn no more

xx Atticus

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i carry your heart with me

(i carry it in my heart)

i am never without it

(anywhere i go you go,my dear; 

and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear no fate

(for you are my fate,my sweet)

i want no world

(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;

which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart 

(i carry it in my heart) 

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry 

www.atticuspoetry.com

fate dancing

in the rafters

as I wandered

the room

until I saw you

laughing to a friend

and I

closed my eyes

so I could see

the white swing

the children laughing

a thousand moments

of happy

and sad

and old hands

in old hands

a life in a flash

and there,

in my open eyes—

was you.

Other Poems Read Today:

• "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost

xx Atticus

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is that we

fall in love with the way someone 

makes us feel or doesn’t

and that’s pretty well 

the all of it.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry 

www.atticuspoetry.com

i don’t know when

i fell in love with

you because I cannot

point to a day or a

week and say “here

is it, this is when

it happened”.

i just can’t.

it feels like it has

always been in me

and I finally found

who it was for.

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xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

www.atticuspoetry.com

I am sensitive.

It means that when I laugh,

I laugh my heart out.

And when I cry,

the birds in the sky

cry with me.

When I see pain in your eyes,

I feel it in my heart.

My sensitivity makes me

real.

If you want me,

know that I will not

leave my sensitivity

to be loved by

anyone.

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xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

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I am not yours, not lost in you,

Not lost, although I long to be

Lost as a candle lit at noon,

Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

 

You love me, and I find you still

A spirit beautiful and bright,

Yet I am I, who long to be

Lost as a light is lost in light.

 

Oh plunge me deep in love - put out

My senses, leave me deaf and blind,

Swept by the tempest of your love,

A taper in a rushing wind.

xx Atticus

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I remembered you

from a hundred different dreams

and there you were

for me to love

all over again

for the very first time.


xx Atticus

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We laid in bed

and watched the clocks

around us dance

until time to us,

was only the rise

and fall of our

ruptured heartbeats.

We kissed and we kissed

until we knew no other taste

and we no longer understood

the pattern of a day as

we fell in love with the

colors and the world

between each other’s

eyelids.


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xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

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We lost ourselves

eyes shut in a kiss

our lips the thread

that held us to the earth like a balloon

while we floated in the cosmic cotton of space

toes dipping in the pools of black

cooling our bodies—

until we awoke

in wet wool

in the rain of real

the mists of morning

soaking in a park

so cold but warm with you

and

only the rain

to remind us we

were there at all.

Other Poems Read Today:

• "I Wanna Be Yours" by John Cooper Clarke
• “Song" by Allen Ginsberg

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xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

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that scares us,

it’s that we have given them

so many of our pieces

that we fear losing

ourselves

when they are gone.

xx Atticus

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Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you plann'd:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

xx Atticus

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Out here on this very day

We journey further into the illusion

Adrift in the great dream

Yearning for entry into the severed realm

Do you know that the death of earth soon come?

Do you know the progress of destruction?

Do you know the strange new topography of the coast?

Life closes in slowly around us

And we seek salvation in copulation

In drugs

And by sunset we ascend

Only to find that our minds

And our bodies

Weren't ours at all.


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xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

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as she realized at last how

much she wanted him.

No matter what his past was,

no matter what he had done.

Which was not to say that she

would ever let him know,

but only that he moved her

chemically more than anyone

she had ever met, that all

other men seemed pale beside him.

xx Atticus

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and found a flower

that you’d pressed—

it was orange

and red

and yellow

and small.

And in all ways

it was our love

gone now

but beautiful still

as the memory of something more.

xx Atticus

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Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight. 

I am the soft stars that shine at night. 

Do not stand at my grave and cry, 

I am not there; I did not die.

xx Atticus

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from the drawer in the kitchen

her father saw but didn’t say

they drove

and she watched out the window

fingering them carefully

in her pocket

together they climbed the grassy hill

up to the acorn tree

stopping at a rock

perfectly carved

with a woman’s name—

for a long time

and a careful time

she looked and thought

but never cried.

“Papa?”

she finally said,

“How many stamps

does it take to reach heaven?”

“One will do,

my love—“

And so,

she put one stamp on

and placed one inside

and left the letter

by her mother’s side.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry 

www.atticuspoetry.com

Other poems read today:

• “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe
• “Love” by Pablo Neruda
• “When Great Trees Fall” by Maya Angelou

she said,

about our house

our children

our garden

about the lives we will have --

but he never could

and it wasn't until she was gone

that he understood

that she never needed the house

she only needed the dream.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

www.atticuspoetry.com

attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth;

I dream’d that was the new City of Friends;

Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust

love—it led the rest;

It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of

that city,

And in all their looks and words."

- “I Dreamed a Dream” by Walt Whitman
 

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

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I never had,

different than the others,

and he carried in his eyes

and on his arms

the tattoos

and scars

of being famous young,

he wore the face

of a star

but all I saw

was a poet

drowning

in someone else’s dreams

who wished only

to sink

into the quiet sea

or fade

into any painted wall of Brooklyn.

xx Atticus

@atticuspoetry

www.atticuspoetry.com