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What do writers think of? Well, this writer, thinks of chickens.
What do writers think of? Well, this writer, thinks of chickens.
A new day. A new poem.
A new day... a new poem.
Hey you, Yes, you there- With your fingers stained with ink And eyes that see beyond what many can even wink. I carry, post haste, a letter for you, mistress. You see, it’s from a lady- Woolf, she said her…
Another day, another poem.
They say I don’t brush my teeth right, That my sleep incurs a chilling plight. My smile is a comic sight, A square peg in a round hole, an anomaly to be righted?Or an attraction to see? A friend to…
eagerness /ˈiːɡənəs/ noun enthusiasm to do or to have something; keenness. I always knew what eagerness meant, That urge to jump-torun-to do something, NOW! NOW NOW! NOW! screaming in my head Like propulsion at my feet, ready to fly at…
Once upon a timeIn a land not very far away,There was a young enby,A peasant childNaive and frightened byThe demons that residedIn their mind.The demons would croonAnd whisper foul things,Making them questionThe love of those aroundTheir morals, their own being.They…
once upon a time, in a land far far away, a warrior began a quest, a quest for wisdom, to gain tranquility. “it shows your biggest flaw, your greatest strength,” the legend, as legends tend to be, was a mystery.…
I thought healing would be romantic,All my wants catered to, like a Queen,It would be easy, bubble baths and creams,Listened to and follow mine every whim,Yet healing turned out to be much more,It encompassed all that and a strengthI had…