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I've tired of coming up with descriptions to put here

just a quick little something in need of reviews

Short poem about moving on

You expect to much of what I feel. You want to take the ground from underneath me and see me fall. But I refuse. I'm stronger than that.

To the sexist Bible-banger who wants to tell me what's what, and where I belong.

I provide my own forgiveness

just, y'know. Poem.

Family problems and summer.

Just as the title says

It's all a matter of perspective

I have a way of doing this awkward accidental affection thing to people who I secretly care about.

a short poem in need of reviews

Poem about a dream

Oh, summertime seclusion

I'm not sure I'm entirely happy eith it yet, so feel free to give plenty of constructive criticism.

The real ending of Pinocchio

I can't help but love these summer storms.

English Sonnet. First one I've written, so any constructive criticism would be welcomed.

Reflections on a past relationship.

Oh look my keyboard did a thing

I'd rather know how these things feel, from the outside looking in

for even the beautiful small things say goodbye

Since my poem about a dragonfly was so popular, how about another bug inspired poem? Grasshoppers, this time.

just a note, the navicular is a specific bone in the tarsals of your foot that is shaped sort of like a boat, hence the root nav-, which is ship.

Who even knows

something we all know too well

I don't know when I got so grown

Older poem that needs a [i]lot[/i] of help. I don't like it, so be brutal with constructive criticism, please.

my father is fond of fireworks

well I had fun with inverting sentences and italics and such

fond memories? Probably not.

science terms are fun

it hasn't stopped raining here, watch the whole world undulate and drown. I will already be gone, broken down as the first drop hits. Hydrolysis.

I mean I found this in my journal and can't remember what spurred it so I haven't much context or description for you all

In which the weather reflects my personality

started this ages ago when I traveled to N.C. and I think it's finally finished

set of two poems written on a coastline adventure. Very nature. Wow.

I found a four leaf clover on Friday the 13th