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 Apr 2015 writerReader
Tupelo
It Hurts To See The Sidewalks
In Your City *Bleed
 Apr 2015 writerReader
Kathleen M
I want to kiss you
I want to breathe you in
I want to **** you far down into my lungs and absorb you like smoke
I want to exhale you like a sigh
I don't want to write about
Love and the way you taste,
The gentle way your hands feel
when tangled in the curls of my hair.

I don't want to write about
The rain and the way it smells,
The calming pitter patter
beating against the window.

I don't want to write about
The monsters I know,
The way they haunt me
with their inescapable whispers.

I don't want to write about it.
I can't write about it.
Not so much writer's block as it is anger?
 Apr 2015 writerReader
R
Untitled
 Apr 2015 writerReader
R
and you're absolutely beautiful, but you already knew that.
la la la la
 Apr 2015 writerReader
Erin
Hello!
 Apr 2015 writerReader
Erin
I open my windows and Breeze walks in,
thanking me and running her cool fingers through my hair.
The Sun thinks staying inside is a sin,
and shines as bright as she can, warming the air.

Dark clouds are an uninvited guest,
and we soon forget they were even there.
Meanwhile white clouds are beginning their quest,
traveling across the blue sky with flair.

The curtains ruffle with a flick and a flutter,
and the bees and the bugs come flying in,
I smile at them all as they greet one another,
in the way they know how, with a creepy bug grin.

I laugh like a child; my worries are gone,
And reaching up high to grab hold of the stars,
They dance from my grip and and keep singing their song.
It was finally poetry week in English class, and the last poem we had to write needed to be about nature. It had to include a simile, metaphor, hyperbole, and alliteration, which was a challenge as I usually don't focus on elements in my poetry, but here it is.

April 21, 2014 /itsjusterin
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