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Let Me Never
There are souls so lost around me that it shakes my precious faith. How can God not hound and hunt them, bathing them in savory grace? If that love which dwarfs the cosmos is as grand as all ha… more →
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Let Me Never
wrote 1 month ago: There are souls so lost around me that it shakes my precious faith. How can God not hound and hunt t … more →
Losing Your Mind
wrote 5 months ago: Losing your mind is like losing a friend. The kind of friend who always gets you into trouble and le … more →
Echoes Anyway
wrote 8 months ago: Don’t try to make it sound clever. We’re just echoes anyway. Life comes at us and we bou … more →
My Girl
wrote 1 year ago: This air isn’t going anywhere, My Girl. Be brave, be small, be smooth and see finally that thi … more →
Hum, Mama Hold
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wrote 1 year ago: I wish I could write me the sizzle of jazz with the croon of the secrets of midnight and stir in the … more →
Embracing the Grey
wrote 1 year ago: Why is the world so full of people? They disgust me. I disgust myself. I ran around for so … more →
Tree-Licker
wrote 1 year ago: I want to smell like a campfire…and taste like one, too I want to crunchle the pestering old s … more →
Massacre the Magic
wrote 1 year ago: On Sundays my dreams deflate, a little, Like saccharine, precarious cream puffs Getting massacred by … more →
I Can Be!
wrote 1 year ago: I know a Mrs. Whose sight is so small Some days I’m not sure she has any at all. She only likes word … more →
Sticky Dreams on a Stick
wrote 1 year ago: It seems like joy’s become a product, Post the posters with the edict: Once I’ve finishe … more →
Me and Mama's Bones-es
wrote 1 year ago: Mama hates her bones From her noses to her toes-es She hates all her bones-es I’ve always thou … more →
Ain't no cure.
wrote 1 year ago: sometimes Silly is soundest it’s the surest sand I’ve seen protecting me from mondays an … more →
Plain Ridiculous.
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wrote 1 year ago: Poetry requires a dastardly imbalance this is why I cannot write I always end up in the middle I pus … more →
No Kinds of Poets
wrote 1 year ago: I’m no kind of poet - no special sort of soul. I’m just the sort of someone who’s … more →
Please, Friend
wrote 1 year ago: Please, Friend, forgive me for promises broken For quick steps in hallways For excuses I’ve sp … more →
Whirling Swirling World
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wrote 1 year ago: Trickle fickle fears Down my back Chilling courage that I lack Fighting back, I’m still a girl Watch … more →
Pithy Poet
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wrote 1 year ago: I write about what’s in my head when I’m in bed. I’m often surprised by what I fin … more →
The Nearness of Lover.
wrote 1 year ago: [raw, straight from the head to the hand. It rambles and I must go back to it, but it is Food from T … more →
