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Purest white the petals, such as silver,stem fresh, vibrant, not yet to care that it is removed from life.The thorns proud, clear to see, plain to fea..
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Self-reflection on my 'The Nature of Poetry' poem, done in 2013 like the poem for a school assessment.
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The Dollmaker squatted on the crest of the hill, his materials and tools arrayed on the stump before him. Looking out over the crumbling city below, h..
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A corpse, wandering the street with an empty soul. Torpid movement allows no risk of disturbing the unanimity of the surrounding world.
An afflicted ..
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I laugh hysterically, manically, and nervously tug at the raw skin covering my fingers.
my eyes don’t smile, they look like a cat’s eyes ..
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You dropped a glass on the concrete tiles, and it
shattered into a million tiny pieces.
Nothing is missing, and if given the sheer
persistence and ..
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desire, lust, enviously, greedily.
your mind is a mess. a broken record.
frustrating.
odd. why does it do that?
it’s cold. and I have goose ..
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They die too easy.
I struggle to make a connection with creatures that die too easily. How can I care for something, nurture it, give my love and m..
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I looked across the ballroom floor at Lucida, and catching her eye smiled all my happiness and pride at her. She glowered back, before being lost amon..
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The stench was overpowering, a potent cocktail of rotting fish, bird droppings and dead rats that filled the shuttered room. I cannot recall having ev..
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