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  • The nature of us

    I know I said I don't write poetry, but this was for a grade so...

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  • Silver and Gold

    I was challenged to write a poem about one of the seven deadly sins without naming the sin. I clearly cannot back down from a challenge.

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  • In my mind

    Screw it, all the poetry from now on. This one's something I wrote when I was in a Mood(TM) about how I visualize the inside of my mind.

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  • I am cold. My life is dull. My room is dark.

    Something I wrote up while I was in a bit of a mood. Dear god, I'm a drama queen.

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  • Another life

    A little poem I wrote at 3 AM after being woken up by my blanket falling on the floor.

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  • Sit with me

    A little something I wrote while I was in a Mood. I'm not sure what else to make of it.

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  • Oh, what a wonderful thing

    I little thing I wrote about a more cynical approach to romance.

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  • Welcome to life

    I've been having a bit of a bad brain time lately, so here's the late-night pique-anxiety manifestation of that. It's depressing. Sorry.

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  • Oh child of love

    A little something I wrote about ending toxic relationships. Idk, I've been a little emotional about this stuff lately so...yeah, here this is.

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  • Breathing

    I was thinking about how the actions and energies of the people around us affect how we act and this happened.

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  • Eye to eye (echos)

    I little something I wrote while feeling morose and mulling over the concept of love, as you do.

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  • People are made of words

    I got bored and wrote a poem.

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  • Look, see

    I little poem I wrote in one go while regretting half my life.

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  • You seeing me

    Had to write a poem for reasons and now there's a poem with feelings in it

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  • Manic Pixie

    little poem from my 'everywhere all the time' notebook

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  • Victory, mine

    TW: implied SH. Vent poem.

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  • Mother Earth

    A little nature poem.

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I say Wolf, for all wolves are not of the same sort; there is one kind with an amenable disposition – neither noisy, nor hateful, nor angry, but tame, obliging and gentle, following the young maids in the streets, even into their homes. Alas! Who does not know that these gentle wolves are of all such creatures the most dangerous!
— Charles Perrault