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Two Roads: A.D. March 28, 2019
Greetings again everyone. This poem was for an assignment in my creative writing class. The assignment was to create a poem of at least 25 lines that begins with the famous opening line, "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood," to Robert Frost's The Ro (More)
Before School: A.D. March 28, 2019
Hello everyone. This poem was written during school, and I think many of you will be able to relate. My general thoughts and emotions about school are not very positive, and when I have to wake up before school the prospect of waking up and spending (More)
lemon bar
my face twists and writhes like saltwater taffy.   there is nothing as bitter as your acidic splinters.   but your heart pours the honey of a broken hive.   and i think for a moment, that you might be as swe (More)
Rotary
i push my finger in like a boy tests the water with his foot like a coward . i twirl the cord in my hand like a girl twists her curls into the (More)
The Haze A.D. February 7, 2019
Hello everyone, this is a poem about a subject very familiar to me. As some of you may know, I have depression. It's very different from just sadness, it is it's own thing and often very hard to describe. This is often why poets talk about depression (More)
For Miles
For miles, Mountains Mountains trim the plain as bark does the fallen plank sap bleeds from wooden vein like the frozen river runs south   For miles, paw prints scurrying and limping off Trudging through the permafrost (More)
The Queen: A.D. January 10, 2018
Good day everyone, I hope all of you are doing very well. This new poem is inspired by some of the reading I have done recently. I have been reading the Throne of Glass series and its world has enraptured my psyche. Its vivid emotion and storytelling (More)
The Blue Violet: A.D. December 17, 2018
Hello everyone. I'm not going to give any context for this one. I think everyone should just read it and interpret this on their own. I will however, give a drink suggestion. This poem deals with very sensitive and subtle topics, so I suggest a flowe (More)
wash up
i don't recognize You anymore. i haven't since the fall. i look in the mirror and see apathy hanging like swaying fruit golden hay draped Your face and Your hugs were like if a vestal campfire could warm your soul. petal-pink bloome (More)
11.3.18 falling / running
falling: when the dawn rises and summer shines upon you in your peaceful rest- and when your chest falls and you smirk in your slumber i cannot help it. (More)
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