Emily B
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My placeA Poem by Emily BThis is my place. It's small and plain. It's my place. Nobody wanted it but me. But with time and attention, it is a good place. F.. |
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Old bonesA Poem by Emily BMy mother's old bones Perch on a seat by the door Guarding her hoard Of old relics And useless good Scavenged from her ancestors. Her eyes ar.. |
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But maybe I'm not thankfulA Poem by Emily BI haven't showered Or brushed my teeth. My internal voice Has been bombarding me With a to do list That I can't get Done. Clutter is noise.. |
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MemoriesA Poem by Emily BFacebook just informed me That I have no memories Today. I've never had as many memories As nightmares There have always been Small and l.. |
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WordsA Poem by Emily BWords are Chains Yokes Shackles I am too often Found bereft Missing The right answer But, oh, sometimes When the words Come and .. |
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Taking a walkA Poem by Emily BWork was too mindless Today To keep my brain From running in circles So at lunch I took it for a walk Maple trees were waiting At the end.. |
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My mother calledA Poem by Emily BThinking out loud |
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Not a poemA Poem by Emily BCause I don't write those anymore |
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