Sarah Jane
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The Smaller BeautiesA Poem by Sarah JaneCramps in my hands like empty pagesMy pen holds it ink with frantic desireAnd the paper veils its poetic secretsWaste basket full of broken dreamsMy m.. |
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We are LegendA Poem by Sarah JaneAn old voice crackles tonightThrough faded speakersIt bellows of conspiraciesAnd little nonsense thingsThe age of my radio is veiledShadowed by a crow.. |
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Night ThingsA Poem by Sarah JaneWind songs and whispers Comfort you while you sleepSafe haven is a blanketWhile night things creepCalls of a bansheeBreathe of a mild manMy own slumbe.. |
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Weighted WordsA Poem by Sarah JaneIve promised myself not to tellNot a soul will ever know itA new secret to start all overWeighting these words downWho would listen to just a girlWhen.. |
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The Fifth FloorA Story by Sarah JaneI don’t remember what made me look more into things. I can’t recall the moment I decided things weren’t right, and when I loo.. |
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Want to Hear a Story?A Poem by Sarah JaneFrom my warmed and ribbed blanketIn a room with three walls and a curtainMy senses are dimmed, all but hearingAnd I heard everything"Pink slips and fe.. |
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A Lost NightA Poem by Sarah JaneThe ceiling has so many colors They're loud and scream at me I wish I could stop the muffles The clouded pictures presented Above my broken view.. |
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BonfireA Poem by Sarah JaneA drippy faucets leaks molten lava Creating a fiery escape to a world Where music and smoke melt the barriers Along our simplistically complex mi.. |
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Like the SeasonsA Poem by Sarah JaneIt’s awfully cold outside. It’s hard to believe that snow might fly in just a week. Everything is still so green, alive. How can winter .. |
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Becoming ArtA Poem by Sarah JaneMy reflection shows a womanWho finds the term quite foreignWith a blonde bob and clear nailsShe seems to be changingThe bones begin to bend and shapeM.. |
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