poetry
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The Idea of Love
Reading literature Has made me fall in love With the idea of love. The idea of…
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The Writer’s Dilemma
I needed to get the thoughts out of my head, The words plaguing my brain like…
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Never “Just Be”
Why is American culture always in such a rush? It’s always “on to the next!” “Go,…
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Home
Driving with the windows down Passing by small towns Grazing cows And horses running wild In…
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Stars for Scars
And despite the darkness inside me, You drew stars around my scars, And lit up my…
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Broken is Beautiful
Surrounded by darkness That covers the light With a fog That looks like spirits Silently slithering…
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Grief
I never knew grief until that day, When I came home to find my brother Sobbing…
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Happiness
Happiness begins with living. With truly being free and comfortable in who you are. Happiness is…
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Dust to Dust
Alone in the garden I stumble upon an apple tree But this is no ordinary tree…
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Surely Love is Enough
Surely love is enough. The love I have for you That consumes me And fills me…
The Blonde Quill 