“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
My Things - Part of Me
It’s not enough, no, not just one
I need it all, or less come all undone
Everything I see, of that which I adore
One isn’t sufficient, I always need more
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Emily's Revenge
It could have been easier, so much easier, if he had only decided on another course of action that late evening’s night. I ponder back on it now, and a thousand words of terror still haunt my mind. What was the
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The Witness
The cold rain on my shoulders
A bizarre evening in store
As I peer in through the curtains
I’m stunned to my core
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Moments of Control
Oh- the weight, the weight and what it could do
As my soul would severely suffer, hideously an ugly bruise
The sting of my salty tears, often a melancholy excuse
My obsessive thoughts- they ruled, always a muse
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The Hearts of Bonds Mill
I knew the old road well. I had travelled it a million times. For some reason, this road was a bit different than all of the others. Each time I walked it, an unwanted, yet devious feeling would transcend me. As much as I despised the state of my
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