Tag: #reading
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In some corner of the world, A small corner, I am bent over an old musty poetry book, With yellowing pages, And a smell of age, In a different language, but same, Most have never learned to read, It smells of pipe smoke and old coffee, Of warm cozy evenings and sunny Sunday mornings, And…
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Happy new year good people. Went on a lovely walk by a lake and the day was so beautiful it made me wish and hope that the whole year will stay that bright. Here’s to praying that the odds are in our favour.
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I’m just a girl, With words, And when those words dry up, Am just a girl, Lost, In the static, In the white noise.
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We are not cuts waiting, to be stitched back together by the right person but, Each person we meet is a thread, A link in the chain, that helps you mend yourself. You are not helpless.
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Well, that was a lovely break form the Internet, what did I miss?
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Hate me, go ahead, Hate me with all you’ve got. The more you hate me – did they not tell you? The closer you keep me tied to your heart. So with Christ, or Buddha, the universe or the circus, Whoever it is you believe in… Thank you for the love.
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Monsters are real, But they bare no snarling teeth, No sharp horns, or red evil eyes, But they will still snare you when most vulnerable. They won’t growl or hiss, They’ll come with promises and the sweetest words, They will bare the eyes of a thousand rotting lies, They will win your heart, Only to…
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My muse has gone on holiday and there are no signs of returning any time this month. So, I guess I’ll just wait then. How is your week going? Anyone else stuck in a spinning circle like I am?
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I have a strange love for untied shoelaces, and old maps. Chipping paint and disasters begging to happen. Ponds believed to be oceans and gnarled, twisting trees that could tell tales a thousand years long. I have a strange love for childhood scars and ink stained hands. bumps on noses, faces with ancestry and lines…
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I tried to write a poem, About a phoenix but, I didn’t know how to get past, The part where he burns. I write more poems, About healing that I am familiar with. I wish I had more poems, About healing, That I learned from experience. This is me, Trying to write a poem brighter…