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NaPoWriMo #8 NaPoWriMo #7 1. People like to know me before I've even traced a word with my tongue. They ponder in their minds, in mouths muttered maybe near my ...

We were anything, but hasty. We were slow and shaking, at every moment; feeling for hesitation from the other, feeling for the broken parts that hurt. I know what you ...

Whyyyyy? Why are you so good at this? I feel so hopelessly inadequate! If only you were older than me instead of slightly younger than my youngest sister, I could ...

(Don't like this one at all, but I am just so freaking tired and I don't really care anymore. :/) NaPoWriMo #7 I’m not Very quotable. I get that. I’m ...

I. One summer she spent holed up in the kitchen, canning homemade jam. In August I announced that I only liked jelly. II. She tells me, If anyone asks you ...

Hello! Would you mind helping me with my poem: (I encourage you to be as honest as possible . Please! :)

1. lullabies lost on the highway Of whispers in the night's drunken wake In the hallowed moonlight you stand Like a scarecrow in a crop circle - Behind you, you ...

1. Tall kings talking in their stained dress shirts to the brick-backdropped grafitti con verts come come from stained white walls and stained black guns unneeded but for the licking ...

what are you doing here? why are you so delectable? what are you talking about i have been here since the dawn of time how could you not have noticed ...

NaPoWriMo #5 Hole they rise and they dip a flip and trip of empt. Tea and tums and morning toast the useless boast because I haven’t got a stom. Ache ...

NaPoWriMo #4 Requiem Rec Kwe Um. Morening do here. On the grass, cut and bristling like hair chopped close to your skull. On the cough en, leather like his skin ...

NaPoWriMo #3 Chalk and Chipping Bone I know I should be more concerned with the hearts and stars the other kids draw on the sidewalk, but really what worms inside ...

NaPoWriMo #2 A Part She used to part her hair on the right side of her chest so that anyone could see who and what she was. but then you ...

NaPoWriMo #1 Them Boys them boys is blue in the morning—faces flat like a soda bottle left open—like men whose lives are full of things they do not love. them ...

Inkandprimrose.tumblr.com's NaPoWriMo dailies! Yaaaaaaaaaay! Hahahahaaha. No. Not really. This going to be really hard and only about three-eighths of me is looking forward to it. I'lll just keep sayi