poem Archive

listen….

this was written awhile back… listen…. do you hear that? it is so loud. i can’t block it out. i can’t wish it away            ~believe me i’ve tried i’ve tried praying for it to stop. it sometimes seems never ending the only time i don’t hear it is when i’m …

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Where I Am From

I am from paper clips, from Paper Mate and Cross Pens. I am from the the red brick house with white metal window shades, shaggy red and blue carpets, orange and lime tile, and moth ball odors. I am from the Ivy, Marigolds, and pine cones. I am from the Oak trees, Pansies, and Cloves. …

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