In dark corners of the club, I learn to bend music around my body. The beat clings to my hips with each sway and I float over the black linoleum dance floor…

Music is always a big part of my inspiration and relaxation. Here are my top ten frequent songs I am listening to: Kiss it Better-Rihanna Don't Stop Believin-Journey September-Daughtry Can We Pretend-Pink Not a Pretty Girl-Ani DiFranco No World for Tomorrow-Coheed and Cambria Psycho-Rozzi Crane Over it-Luc Right Now-Van Halen Light On-Maggie Rogers

Write about a craving. Write about being cold. Write about your residence, town, or city you live in. Write about spending the day in bed. Write about first dates.

Hunger crackles, rumbles in my stomach. Late night snacks dance in my thoughts. I ponder salty and sweet treats, but settle for a glass of water and munchy daydreams.

The air bites as temperatures plummet. Fingertips stall in feeling until tuck them beneath warm blankets. Curl around spark of sunlight, a reminder of summer camp sleepouts and bonfire smores. Spend the night creating kindling from leftover memories and falling asleep beneath electric blankets.

I watch the city sweep away history. Push grunge cornered music venues and dingy dive bars in to the gutters for the sweeper. Pick the buildings clean and snap up glass walls. Polish away the crumbled stone to find metal beams to illuminate a modern style. They raise the prices of every square inch and build extensions over parking lots.

Try to delete the quiver of my tongue,when I see you  say hello. My lips know the path from awkward to a confident handshake. Neither trail includes self understanding, so I learn the drop into the pit of my stomach and rise of the butterflies lingering in my throat. I recognize you from every text message, when the outline of your smile hides in each pixelated sentence. Our footsteps pool into mugs as we meet at a coffee shop, and explore the worlds in our eyes.

I spend the day in bed. A guilty pleasure of soft sheets and electric blanket. I stave off the cold with electricity and this month's reading assignment. I avoid the videos of current events and last night's rave. Crowds teach me to stay home and embrace the calm. I enjoy my simple life of laying in bed alone.

Check out some of my poems that are out

Write a poem for an ex Write a poem using only twelve words Write a love letter to your body and yourself Write a poem that is located in an airport Write a poem about the sounds a house makes at night

Planes roar overhead and I daydream of wings. Feathers sprout from arms and I am gliding, escaping the sounds of punch cards and preaching newscasters. I remember freedom minus society claws tearing me apart. I can be small and fill up the room with the thunder of my wings. I listen for lightning tongue men crackling at my door and quote epitaphs of propellers and careless laughter

Encyclopedia awakes in inspiration and info. Serial awakening enlightens in cycle oh pedia affects me. Info between inspiration and enlightenment affecting my awakening.

Let each curve know it is special. Keep your name lingering on your tongue. Give yourself grace when the day applies bruises. Teach your limbs balance starts with open arms. Spend time singing yourself sonnets. Create ballads in your smile. Look your reflection in the eye and understand self love.

WHEN POETS ARE YOUNG by Ron Tobey Portsmouth’s first beat coffee house1964 small dark crampedblack long-sleeves sweaters with turtlenecksblue jeansI own no blue jeans mother would not permit itwork…

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