#1 by Bob Flanagan

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I’ve been a shit and I hate fucking you now
Because I love fucking you too much;
What good’s the head of my cock inside you
When my other head, the one with the brains,
Keeps thinking how fucked up everything is,
How fucked up I am to be fucking
you and thinking
These things which take me away from you
when all I want is to be close to you
But fuck you for letting me fuck you now
When all that connects us is this fucking cock
Which is as lost inside you as I am, here,
in the dark, fucking you and thinking
the wallpaper behind you had a name,
What was it? You called it what? Herringbone?

Among Poets Tonight by David Somerset

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The world has leaned heavy on some of us
It has broken us and then
scorned our brokenness as weakness
ridiculed our sensitivity as defects

The world cares little for us
and even less for what we have to say
it has delighted in crushing our creative hearts
But you are among poets tonight

Our small voices cry out
from a wilderness of pain and despair
lost in forests so deep that they hide the light
and so wide as to leave us, all alone

But you are among poets tonight
who have felt that pain
lived in that darkness, and have been alone
and you will be heard

Many of us come from families that never knew us
did not know what to do with us
we were aliens to their dysfunction
and strangers among them

But you are among poets tonight
here and now, nothing is out of bounds
no one will be judged or reprimanded
all words may be spoken freely

injury and anguish absorbed long ago will be disarmed
tonight, we can look for what we have lost
we can find new freedom and recovery
as our truths are revealed from within our own voices

We may share our hurricanes of imagination and
glimpses of beauty that we may only fully see
when we speak about them to each other
you are among poets tonight

Among us, you may hear words more acutely
experience images more intensely
connect with more feelings, of others and your own
this is the way of poets

But, should we forget about the pain we have felt
lose the memory of our own hurt from an uncaring world
and then say unkind or insensitive words that hurt each other
those things too will be heard

So, let us celebrate all those beautiful gifts we have
that the world once punished us for
and now we share and glory in
You are among poets tonight!

Outlaw Poetry

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I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

I’m going to sign my books
with the dirtiest talk
and the filthiest inscriptions:
“Dear reader,
Go get fucked!
Hearts, kisses and bullshit,
Ms. Georgia Park”

You’ll have to hide
your copy under the mattress
for some later night reading-
i dont belong on a bookshelf
i am an outlaw poet
and i belong outcasted
i dont want to be
next to the classics

i want to be
under your mattress
thats where all
the best reading happens.

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Just You-Introducing Dee (Yass Queen) Jackson

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Anxiety the axe.
Hacking hearts
And minds
With a blade forged of fear and regret
Even breathing takes special skill
When overcome by the battling swords of stress
Your strength is your love.
Your crown is empathy.
Septer outta peace.
Jewels dug from humble mountains.
things don’t make real kings
Power isn’t derived from monetary earnings
Thrown into a lonely hole
The lowly king is no different than the proud pauper
It’s just you and your demons
The demons that come from within
Name thy demon and escape your cave
devil derived from what you think you lack
What you lack in fact is lack
Comfort in nothingness
Removes you from the less than civil society
Reverse the evil and live
Oh, just a letter away from love.

[Dee (Yass Queen) Jackson started writing poetry as therapy. She always wanted to be a novelist and then realized she had absolutely no fondness for grammar or punctuation or sentences or what’s a fragment?  Her love for writing poems was born. She has a profound interest and love for philosophy, French music, laughing through the tears and she makes an exceptionally decent veggie chili.]

Those Eyes Shine by David Rosado

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[Hello, my name is David Rosado and I have been writing poetry very low key for a long time now and a friend encouraged me to put some of it out there. Here is a poem I wrote called “Those eyes shine” which is a very personal and emotional piece for me, Here it is.]

I crave, my thoughts are far-fetched, foolish, but feelings are fortified by fantasy. I dream, driving me insane with the desire and determination for the forbidden destiny. I see you, I am lost again with an obstacle so familiar, to achieve is a wrong doing, in most eyes, some cry, but for the better we suffice.

It’s more than looks, less than the lies that where intended to fill the gap, the lies occupying your mind, putting tears in your eyes, those eyes shine, for reasons right and wrong.

Firefly By Hannah Munroe

 

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[Poem by Hannah Munroe]

Like a cleopatra but with more legs
I shine so bright but it’s not beautiful like a firework
Danger like the Lightning
We buzz around each others atmosphere
I bring the heat down to you
But your light is so cold
You’ve always been a nomad – man in flight
And like the Lightning that goes straight to the dirt that is where I stay
No one cares about your shining beams from down here
I can see all your edges from the ground
The insight is my only advantage to this field I am stuck on

these days when you have a daughter – Samantha Lucero

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These days when you have a daughter
You don’t need to worry about if she can fit
a bracelet around her waist in a finely boned corset
the color of teeth and blood
Whether she’ll marry a farmer or an aristocrat
Have 3 boys and 1 girl
Because the world always needs more men
To be aristocrats and marry little girls
Nor do you have to worry about her burning at the stake
For making eyes at the pastors wife and
Wearing a red ribbon in her hair
You’ll have to tell her it’s okay to say GET THE FUCK AWAY
to the guy who sits way too close on the train
When the train is empty and you’re alone
With a knife you left at home
and the mace your boyfriend said you’d never need
You’ll have to tell her college is important
Because if you don’t have it…

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