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takingstockofwhatmattersmost:

part of writing is growing
many write 
few grow
most die
write to stay
change your way
write to remember
to be remembered
write to grow
just write
what you know
and your writing will grow

uutpoetry:

roardinario

We played on the swings
Until feet became grass.
And we melted on the wood.
Oh, we melted on the wood,
Singing “Hallelujah”
Till the moon became pancakes
Smeared with peppermint.
Sing-singing “Hallelujah” on the swings:
Tilting heads between knees
Wrapping magic onto lollipops.

takingstockofwhatmattersmost:

the rhythmic sounds
melodic
of our hearts pounding
is our music
played together
in perfect time
and echoing through eons
our love 
for the universe
to envy
inviting forever to dance

  

(via takingstockofwhatmattersmost)

uutpoetry:

part of the left arm
felt entirely longer