Category: Poetry

Can you tell me, what’s it like?When everything lines up just right?Reaching out and grasping a hand,Being pulled from the sea onto dry land, Can you tell me, how’s it feel?To know you’ll never have to steal?Never have to ask yourself “how?”,Your struggle is something they won’t allow. Can you…

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“Start writing again” he said. As if words are like well trained dogs, That come when called and know when you’re sad Or happy or need love or distraction If only. If only words were that simple, Or that well trained.. “Start writing again…please.” The “please” is a nice touch,…

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