I think there is a human instinct to tell stories, no matter who... by Sarah Kay

I think there is a human instinct to tell stories, no matter who you are or where you live.

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Life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.

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No matter your wreckage. There will be someone to find you beautiful, despite the cruddy metal. Your ruin is not to be hidden behind paint and canvas. Let them see the cracks. Someone will come to sing into these empty spaces.

cracks space beautiful

Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.

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This world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

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Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you've done something wrong but don't you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.

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It does not matter how strong your gravity is, we were always mea... by Sarah Kay

It does not matter how strong your gravity is, we were always meant to fly.

strong matter doe

Not all poetry wants to be storytelling. And not all storytelling wants to be poetry. But great storytellers and great poets share something in common: They had something to say, and did.

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There are parts of me I only recognize from photographs. by Sarah Kay

There are parts of me I only recognize from photographs.

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There is hurt that cannot be fixed by band aids or poetrybecause no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.

pain hurt believe

They'll be days like this" my momma said. by Sarah Kay

They'll be days like this" my momma said.

phones disappointment rain

If I should have a daughter, instead of "Mom," she's going to call me "Point B," because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me.

daughter mom should-have

Forgive yourself for the decisions you have made, the ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night.

decision mistake night

Most days it feels as if the world is whirling around me and I am standing still. In slow motion, I watch the colors blur; people and faces all become a massive wash.

color watches people

Poetry is like pooping. If there is a poem inside of you, it has to come out. Sometimes it can be really difficult and take longer than you'd like (it may even be painful), but other times it can be really easy and happen much faster than you expected. But either way - it is important, and it feels so much better when it's done.

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Is there a word for the moment you win tug-of-war? When the weight gives, and all that extra rope comes hurtling towards you, how even though you've won, you still end up with muddy knees and burns on your hands? Is there a word for that? I wish there was.

winning war life

You can only fit so many words in a postcard, only so many in a phone call, only so many into space before you forget that words are sometimes used for things other than filling emptiness.

phone-calls phones space

You are not made of metaphors, by Sarah Kay

You are not made of metaphors,

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Hands learn more than minds do, hands learn how to hold other han... by Sarah Kay

Hands learn more than minds do, hands learn how to hold other hands.

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I use poetry to help me work through what I don’t understand, but I show up to each new poem with a backpack full of everywhere else that I’ve been.

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Fingers interlocked like a beautiful accordion of flesh or a zipp... by Sarah Kay

Fingers interlocked like a beautiful accordion of flesh or a zipper of prayer

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