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  • Dear Friend,

    A poem written as a letter to a friend involving broken china and perfection.

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  • The Lady Stone

    Statues are pretty, that’s all I have to say. Edit: I edited this and have made some changes to the formatting.

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  • the spiders

    This is pretty weird and kinda gross (It centers around a corpse), just be aware. I don’t know why I wrote this, I really really hate spiders

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  • away

    a short boi I wrote very quickly while pretending to study

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  • I am the Butcher and the Bearer

    having to pass on the bad news of someone's death

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  • white noise

    A poem about my "obsession" with white noise.

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  • The Invisible Dragon

    death in the form of an invisible dragon, who just keeps taking, the greedy little snake

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  • he reached towards the forest

    Based off a prompt for this weeks prompt in Prompt Party. "He reached for the forest, and to his surprise, it reached back."

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  • The Skeleton (Corsets and Regrets)

    I'm haunted by a skeleton

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  • Dearest Cassandra

    A poem inspired by Cassandra's curse from Greek mythology. We're studying mythology in English right now, I just thought Cassandra was interesting :/

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  • the Not Virgin Mary Mother Mary

    I love playing and singing music, so I wrote a little thing to describe how I feel about it. At this time I was playing Let it Be by The Beatles.

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  • Roll Film

    these words are empty

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  • A Carvaggio Crook

    another poem, I'm definitely not procrastinating writing my english paper

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  • my childish magic

    growing up doesn't kill magic, it just has smaller ways of showing it

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  • did you know that you can see static electricity in the dark?

    this was a non-thematic poem for napo that i actually ended up liking a little

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  • mirage
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  • mothmen

    this is the first time I've written a poem in a while, so rip it apart dudes

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  • mud aglow

    I'm kind of liking this rain

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  • fifty cents for the pink pony

    the end is rough and not my favorite so please help thank you kind sirs

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  • a new day too dear

    "This new day is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on the yesterdays." -Ralph Waldo Emerson (kinda a rough draft oh well!)

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  • forgetting/the sailboat

    a poem about forgetting and remembering

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I was weeping as much for him as her; we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights