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Buddy Wakefield (born June 4, 1974) is an American performance poet/slam poet. He is a two-time Individual World Poetry Slam Champion (2004 and 2005) whose latest works have been released by Righteous Babe Records (CD) and Write Bloody Publishing (books).

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We were never tragedies. We were emergencies. You go ahead, call 9-1-1. Tell them I'm havin' a fantastic time.

Call, Emergencies, Fantastic, Tell, Tragedy

We can stick anything into the fog and make it look like a ghost.

Fog, Like, Look, Looks, Make, Sticks

I would fall in love with you if you would beat these people out of me.

Beat, Falling In Love, Love, Love You, People

You are the home I point to that lives in my chest.

Chest, Chests, Home, Lives, Point

If you've never been rocked back by the presence of purpose this poem is too soon for you. Return to your mediocrity, plug it into an amplifier and rethink yourself.

Mediocrity, Plug, Presence, Purpose, Return, Rocked

I should have told You before talking in terms of Forever that any given day wears me out and works me sour, that there are nights when the sky is so clear I stand obnoxious underneath it begging for the stars to shoot at me just so I can feel at Home.

Clear, Home, Night, Stars, Talking

Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces.

Inviting, Open, Space, Stop, Wall

I am standing like shoe polish on an overstocked shelf hoping that one day someone will pick me to make things better.

Day, Make, One Day, Pick, Shelves, Shoes

What paper planes and empty seats most have in common is that they are best made by children still learning how to ride things out.

Children, Common, Paper, Planes, Seats

There is life after survival.

Life, Survival

Stop congregating in the valley just because an echo sounds good when it agrees with itself.

Echo, Echoes, Good, Sound, Sounds, Valleys

Forte is French… for blanket fort.

Blanket, Fort, Forte, Forts, French

The truth is that this universe is gassy and unpredictable. It still has not said excuse me for The Big Bang. Sometimes we expect too much instead of practicing enough or receiving in us just the right answer. You, the Staggering Answer

Answers, Bangs, Excuse, Expect, Receiving, Staggering

Hearts don't break, y'all. They bruise and get better.

Break, Bruise, Bruises, Get Better, Heart, Hearts

The future gets no say in who we are.

Destiny, Fate, Future, Gets, Say

There was a typewriter buried alive in that horse, the one I road to get out of the flood.

Alive, Flood, Horse, Typewriter, Typewriters

The first time my town saw the sky it sucker-punched us in the throat, left us breathless, said, I'm gonna keep you awake some nights without touching you. You'll make it up, the pain, you always do.

Awake, Night, Pain, Said, Saw, Sky

A trajectory of misery – at this point – seems intentional. We have all the information we need to see clearly. We are no longer unaware toddlers on the landscape of consciousness. It is no longer cute to crap ourselves.

Cute, Information, Landscape, Needs, See

You're a free-standing landing pad held together by choir claps.

Choir, Claps, Pad, Pads, Together

. . . others, with halos shaped like rollercoasters you'd stand in line to ride twice.

Halos, Like, Lines, Stand, Twice

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