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I walk in the darkness of the night.
Praying for the rain, the dream I left that went insane.
Who do you think you’ve found because I ..
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Currently I am living in Yellowstone National Park, and I have had every intention of writing poetry about the park. But it seems I cannot stop writin..
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Something I wrote for the literary magazine at my school. It's an ode to Jim Morrison of course.
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I
killed a man, with that loving .45 in my hand.
I
couldn’t feel a thing.
Just
to hear that ring,
Never-ending
is what he said.
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Based loosely off the Scottish ballad Tam Lin.
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Coira, was the name of Persephone when she wasn't in the realm of Hadz.
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Cards unfurled,the ghost god speaks,within me, without me.I see a mingled fatein a dream in a new scene.The deserted hills of my home, have now become..
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Under the darkening sky,our voices joined, are heard.The chant, the drum,the sound of dancing feet.Merry Meet and Merry Part again.We are all Their ch..
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The artwork is a beautiful image by Susan Seddon-Boulet.
Her art is inspirational.
I was also listening to Florence + the Machine's new song "Wh..
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