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Poetic Highs
The wings of Butterflies
and Human eyes, of these I get
Poetic highs
Friday 6th December 2019 9:22 pm
Stranded High
Yet
My heart aches, and clouds hold fast my mind
Thought still I hear
The silence of the waves
The silence of their Siren pull
wash like hemlock through my senses
Their echoes crashing on my island shore
Returning to the sea
Unheard
Their hushed harmony
Foams surging up my beaches
A descant imprinted on my strand
Whispering back to the squalls
Unheeded.
Ne...
Thursday 14th March 2019 3:56 pm
Highs and Lows, Frogs and Toads
5th grade was my downfall
Anxiety coupled with A.D.D
Made for the perfect broken marriage.
6th grade was calm.
I had everything under control
And I was taking medication
But 7th grade was morbid.
A child,
One only the devil could produce,
Had arrived with the diseased name
Of Depression.
8th grade was the year Depression made friends
Suicidal Tho...
Wednesday 13th April 2016 4:30 pm
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