We come here for refuge. for shelter.
some surgically split ribcages with lyrics of fury,
Others...
Let their emotions erupt outta chest cavities and onto keyboards,
onto papers,
onto other peoples lives.

We come here for rescue. Some of us need rescue from our own writing and some of us come here to extend a poetical ladder
trying to save our brethren
in need.
In need of a "nice drop, keep that shit up!"
in need of a release
to Focus, our Inkwell, InGeniously,
so that possibly someone else has an
Epiphany.

We do this for respect among the other buffalo that roam around here.
We do this to seperate,
and then adhere to
our peers.

But Most of All because we all
need
want
have
give
cherish
fight for
and lose

POETICAL LOVE

at some point.
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"With peace and love in my lungs,
I hold my breath until the Poet returns."

--Boxcarboys