This poem isn’t complete. At least it doesn’t feel that way to me at the moment. I’m trying to get back into metered poetry and this was one of my first attempts to get back into that style. This was written about a night that I was riding my bike around and around the cul…
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This is another one of my many crazed projects. This one is a story in the vein of Sarah J Maas but in my own voice. It is sort of a blend of a lot of things, and doesn’t have a particular time period. I have been told that it has better voice than my…
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This is a special one. Sort of in the same vein to my poems Float and Before School, this is a bit of a word painting(Thanks Macy) of how I felt on a certain night. Again, if you just want to read the poem without context and just take in the piece feel free to…
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I don’t really know how to explain this one. It’s a bit of a doozy. I wrote this a couple days ago and it just sort of happened. Think surreal Lewis Carroll but really not. I can’t think if a way to describe what this is but you know, you should probably just read it….
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To leap off my last post, this is another poem I wrote while in Italy. This one was at a villa in Naples overlooking Pompeii. It was owned by a wealthy family who were affected by the eruption even though they were a significant distance from Vesuvius. Now it is a historic estate that can…
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