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PART 1 of 2 I found this on my computer and remember writing it two summers ago. I thought I'd put it up here and just see what you all ...

Hemp stairways lead to gardens And woven wood cracks with age. Footsteps tread Light and careful And gold pours from clouds Cages of joy bursting. Wooden porches sway Bend and ...

PART 2 of 2 “Ok, who wants to be next?” Mr. Callahan asked the class. No one raised a hand. “Come, on, if you won’t pick for yourselves, I may ...

Inhale. The lights around me grow soft Through my closed eyelids I can see the sun falling The wind around me is smooth, sweet Gently caressing my ears as if ...

...but I know it still needs work, so that's why I brought it here! ) Flying down the freeway Just the air reducing us to one volume Singing through the ...

With ripping, prying vises Her hands tear open a crevice Bottomless and sharp. I am falling Breaking my neck: Paralyzed with rage. Wildly I cry Searching for my escape. My ...

... re=related ^Not my chorus, but we are singing the same song, and it was my inspiration for the poem. I'm still not happy with it, so anything I could ...

"stars rain sun moon(and only the snow can begin to explainhow children are apt to forget to rememberwith up so floating many bells down)" -e.e. cummings There are many things ...

Jo walked into the small, brightly colored room, scared and silent. Ever since her mommy's outburst the other day, she hadn't talked at all to anyone, not even David. Jo ...

I'd like to think I've improved since then, though I suppose I'm the best judge of that seeing as most of my poetry I've posted on here is rather old...I'm ...

I note the lacking of your love Pulls tautly at the seams of mine, Unraveling my woven dream Of something that I couldn't find. Your wayward way of walking home, ...