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The Poetic Journey of John White, writer. A New Direction NEW! Posted by John White. Any move away from our agenda. Will quickly earn you a label. That we can and will plaster there. For all the world to see. Go along with us on this. Ride toward the granola sunset. Ever be spoken but where.
Until we are read all over. The best advice they can give. On how to deal with grief. That it seeps into my head. And out through my hands,. I am happy, my words taste. Bitter and burnt on my tongue. That I see you, you, you. In every poem I write. And it is not a coping mechanism. It is simply a way of life. The name your mother gave you. Salt water out of their .
There may be some strife as you go through life, but there will be no sorrow if we fight for a better tomorrow. Evergreen grass that shines with. Four plates cover the circular dining table. As the aroma of fettuccini alfredo fills the room. Behind me the sound of the television blares. Of another crime, another scandal, another mishap. A time to eat used to be where people could come. Together and break bread like at a Catholic mass. Or more parenting than neglecting.
It all changed around today when Luke came home from work a day early! Feels so good to have him back. I just feel right when hes around. Natasha is off the wall excited, been showing off all the new words and things she knows, from her dance moves to how she sings to.
Crafting Memes for your Scifi-Fantasy Writing. My plus five stylus of spelling and ink of incredible durability is ready. Remember the wingardium leviosa fiasco where Ron causes the feather to explode? Practice Makes the Craft.
Tall with long hair,. Her mind knows no boundaries. Her appearance is a reflection of her innards. I pledge allegiance to the flag.
So 5 minutes ago, I reinstalled Instagram and logged in. It took a whole 5 seconds to feel the anxiety to come back. I logged out and deleted it again. Why then, O brawling love! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity,. A key to his house.
Life, Love, Loss, and Everything Inbetween. Life, Love, Loss, and Everything Inbetween. You Are, You Know, You Have, You Will. Pass me by Eyes contact and widen .
I hear the calls of a seabird shrill. As I attempt finding time to kill. And the waves against my feet refresh,. As I tumble through my mess. I love the cool sea air,. And misty breeze in my hair. It gives me time to think,. Back into who I am,. And hiding my face again. The coast knows no names;. We all look the same. From the rules that normally define me. Adorn the waves as I walk the night.
The light and dark side of poetry. And I have failed you. Why I drink the purest waters. Why I sleep on the most comfortable beds. Why I have so much food. That it goes to waste. And you go starving each night. Waiting to find your next meal. Why my heart is only open to you. For each Ramadan and closed after Eid. Why I deny your existence. When I sleep behind walls. And you under the stars. Because I have failed you. And I have failed you. One set of people are united.
Exposing the Contents of My Heart Through My Pen. One of my youth group kids. Sent me a text she said she was looking into college. But it was causing her stress. So she reached out to me. And asked what would be best. That it was one big test. And my heart began to break. But for her to be thinking of college. Warmed me down to my soul. Like the girl I know. She talks to me a lot.
A Vicious Cycle of Love and Hate. My name is Diana! I am a frustrated artist and an aspiring author. My hair is naturally brown, but it is purple at the moment. I am always starving, thus my social handle is. This blog is all about. It is all about my journey as I strut my heels towards.