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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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That's just what translation is, I think. That's all speaking is. Listening to the other and trying to see past your own biases to glimpse what they're trying to say. Showing yourself to the world, and hoping someone else understands.
— Ramy (Babel by R. F. Kuang)