emily joe
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GrayA Story by emily joeIn a dreamy state I stumbled barefoot through heavy roots and rope-like vines. When my mangled feet met sweet grass, the sun rose above and shown on.. |
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Ghost TrainsA Poem by emily joeRocking the religious boat-- |
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Meaningless Rants About HimA Poem by emily joeThis is..bad. I'm..having a bit of a melt down. Sigh. |
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A Broken ManA Poem by emily joeI found New York In the eyes of a man Broken and alone I watched Silent As the broken man filled his rain boots with tears The broken man st.. |
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Pickle Juice FIsh DreamsA Poem by emily joeI promise That every time you look up at the sun, it’ll shine a little brighter That each blade of grass is cheering for you as you walk down .. |
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The Way Daddy SmiledA Story by emily joeI think it made my Daddy smile the way I’d step out of our old brown car and look up at my bedroom window with glittering awe in my eyes. &ldquo.. |
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The GraveyardA Story by emily joeThe heavy stone Swallowed by grass Makes light of what lies beneath The flowers have gone But their shadows remain Ghosts of wilted daffodils .. |
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MommyA Story by emily joeMy Mommy was meant to be a Mommy. Because each of the three children that she had need a different piece of her. I need my Mommy’s courage. I ne.. |
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I Used To BelieveA Story by emily joeI used to believe in myself. And we all did at some point in time. Because children don’t internalize what they think and what they feel. They a.. |
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I Can't Be A WriterA Story by emily joeI don’t think I can be a writer because I am full of many words, but not words that will easily take shape on my pad of paper. When I write, the.. |