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I'm not exactly sure where this should go as it seems it could fit under dramatic poetry also. And it's probably a bad poem to use for my YWS debut ...

Turn Out the Lights Turn out the lights. Please. I can’t see the stars. I miss the stars. I can’t remember the patterns, the beauty, the glow. But, I know ...

Don’t believe it. Someone is trying to spread the rumor that life is easy. But you aren’t going to let them feed you that pack of lies are you? I ...

Laugh. Dream. It is the children who know where the fountain is from which spring life’s greatest joys. They alone recall the path that leads to the fairy lands where ...

For Dusky inspired by and dedicated to my amazing sister Struggling through quicksand, failing to stem the tears you’ve cried, trying to take off when gravity feels like it’s multiplied. ...