Poetry
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Dead Letter
Was it a gift, Or was it a snare? Beautiful— Like Pandora’s box, I ran my hand along The textured cover— The meticulously cut ... -
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New Horizons
nagging doubt sometimes lingersever clinging to the mindwithering the heart each day hope is always on the horizonopen doors just one turn awayready to ... -
Be My Valentine
An acrostic poem about a lover's bold declaration of love for their Valentine. -
The Cycle of Life
Houses sit side by side Car horns and tire screeches mark the busy day Voices of eager sellers’ inflated promises fill the air With ... -
Ten of Cups
I thought I had the Ten of Cups And wouldn’t be alone, I read a family in my cards Together we’d build a world ... -
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I’m not Here
Blank papers rustles about by the windDried ink pots are cracked from neglectI suppose there are lines I’m supposed to writeThere are emotions I ... -
Return of the Stress Dragon
That burning pile Of papers Was supposed to Have gone out by now, right? Oh gods, Maybe I needed those. Too late. The fire’s ...