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EncasingA Poem by miss_missa07“I” is only a convenient term for somebody who has no real being. --Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own Three weeks ag.. |
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TornadoA Poem by miss_missa07There is no whisper in the wind-- it howls more than Ginsberg, like a pack leader at a fully-risen moon. Raindrops turn to sleet and hit .. |
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MonarchA Poem by miss_missa07The charcoal of pavement contrasts bright orange as black bleeds into bleak gravel. A fallen angel-straddling heaven and hell- broken ant.. |
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Night of the HunterA Poem by miss_missa07He straggles down the empty street, past homes with broken windows, missing doors. The newly-risen moon casts light across alleyways Where.. |
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Suicides and LullabiesA Poem by miss_missa07I saw your body navigate the congested concrete street, the pills that you ingested (one by one) stacked high upon your chest like pancakes. .. |
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OpheliaA Poem by miss_missa07Her eyes were as big as the moon, so when she gathered flowers, hugged closely in the bosom of a tree, her tears created a crystal lake, w.. |
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Kites over Champaign CountyA Poem by miss_missa07Tie a string around my ankles; Tie it tight, grip it well, and run. I will bump along the ground, but, like Marylin Monroe’s, my.. |
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WorshipA Poem by miss_missa07I worship a God who resides in the splatter of raindrops. He hits the ground in an insignificant splash, trickles along the crevices of empty s.. |
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The PlacerA Poem by miss_missa07We hide behind sheer, wafting curtains until all that remains are our silhouettes. Without the clarity of faded scars no one can see our regr.. |
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Waiting for RainA Poem by miss_missa07An experiment with form, this poem differs from my more typical writings. It was a good exercise, though I'm interested to know if other people find i.. |
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