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in Appleton, Wisconsin, there is a boy named Cael
who dreams of Copenhagen and draws demonic flamingo.
his spine is curled the wrong way from countless years of binding.
his parents do not approve of his gender. he loves them anyway.

II.

in Bay Village, Ohio, there is a girl named Roxy
who sleeps with her eyes open. her dreams climb
up her purple bedroom walls and sprinkle into her hair
as she watches, wide-eyed. she smiles like sunshine.

III.

in Salem, Oregon, there is a boy named Andrew
who writes poetry about the laws of physics.
he is going to college to learn how to be a professional.
he has ramen-noodle hair and soup in his veins.
he told me once that sometimes, love can swallow you.

IV.

in Farmington Hills, Michigan, there is a boy named Jordan
with big hands and a smile that makes him look 6 years old.
his favorite word is cumbersome because he likes the way it rolls.
he kisses like a firework and hugs like a fireman.
i look for him in everyone.

V.

in Pawtucket, Rhode Island, there is a boy named Kyle
who drinks green tea out of mason jars.
his dreadlocks elevate bridges and his soul is a fishing village.
his lip piercing sharpens his language; it glimmers under art museum lights.  

VI.

in Naperville, Illinois, there is a girl named Alisha
who has caramel skin and warrior eyes.
she files her nails to a point and keeps her hands to herself.
she is learning how to wear joy in the creases of her forehead.

VII.

somewhere, who cares where, there is a train chugging idly
along steel tracks, maneuvering passengers through greenery and local scenes.
the stories of strangers skid along plexiglass windows before collapsing
to the ground, run-over by wheels that have places to be.
this is a compilation of things that matter

UPDATE 2.1.14: spoken word track is hereee: soundcloud.com/recklessromance…
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DanielleIvanova Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm not an overly big fan of this kind of poems but I have to admit, this one sounds incredible in your voice and tone.
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learningtobefree Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2014  Student Writer
thank you so much!
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Irixian Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2014  Professional Writer
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. So good. So good.
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learningtobefree Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2014  Student Writer
glad you think so~
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FuzzyHoser Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Oh dear. You could read the phonebook to us and it'd likely sound brilliant. I love your voice. Wonderful work, though, all around.
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learningtobefree Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2014  Student Writer
well this is quite the compliment; thank you so much :heart:
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FuzzyHoser Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
My pleasure, love. :heart:
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Meggie272 Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I love character study poems. Love love love love them. Also, 'hugs like a fireman' is a happy-making simile. 
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learningtobefree Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2014  Student Writer
haha, thanks!
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Nichrysalis Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2014  Student Writer
You should submit this to Elocutionists 
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