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Joshua James: Looking For Meaning

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The Latest and Greatest. Tuesday, May 27, 2014. I tend to be the happiest in the winter. In spring I cry the most. Its hard for me to cry for myself so I use my allergies to help me. I go on nature walks thinking of life. And then. The tears fall. I walk in the house and take an allergy pill. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am a closed book. I am just constantly reading aloud from the pages. View my complete profile. The Soils Where Inspiration Sprouts. Words That Want to Be Read. A Set of Bones.

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Eleanor Douglas: Top 29

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By Natty Beth Taylor. Love Always, Natty. The procession of the pink mist. Do I Look Suspicious. Her name was adleen. I'm Never Not Afraid. Cold hands and heart. Fear is the thing that broke her. Things that need work. I've got a thing for you. Before I Got Old. Jane q. porter]. This isn't about graduation. A haiku for every boy i've kissed. I am having a quarter life crisis so i wrote this depressing post. Amor, amor, amor. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. A poem you can understand.

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Hello again. Call me Everett : September 2014

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Hello again. Call me Everett. Sunday, September 28, 2014. For Peach Bricks and roses. I took my first breaths in a brick home. the bricks were the color of peaches, the color of my hair as I took those first breaths, and that house was as long as our kitchen is today. In that little brick kitchen I burned myself on breakfast and in our tilted attic I remember a quilt, scrapped from violets and blues and some yellow, and it was thick. There was a water spicket that dripped into pebbles, and a hose nearby ...

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Hello again. Call me Everett : Sweeet Dreams

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Hello again. Call me Everett. Thursday, August 6, 2015. For nights when the moon is gold. Swings above our houses. Like some great alien spying on earth life. As if they didn't know how to hold hands and midnight bike. In all of the rest of the cosmos. So they were watching just us. The two of us. Posted by Everett Mills. August 6, 2015 at 2:28 PM. This gave me warm fuzzies on the inside. And happy feelings. As if they didnt know how to hold hands and midnight bike. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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Joshua James: I Wrote You This

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The Latest and Greatest. Monday, November 17, 2014. I Wrote You This. I couldn't look at your beautiful face because it was something that I was forbidden to have,. I wouldn't keep the broken chain because I had fixed it and I knew that I couldn't fix what was happening,. I couldn't give you my jacket even though I knew you were cold because my heart was starting to freeze,. I wouldn't read your body language because I knew I would see you in less pain than me,. I wouldn't walk in the house crying so sto...

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Joshua James: Crying Wolf

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The Latest and Greatest. Wednesday, June 24, 2015. Do you live to write? 160; Or was that just a phase? Do you not remember the days that all you spoke in your brain was poetry? Or how you could captivate your reader by just speaking your mind? Or how when you read the poetry of random people you felt their pain? I welcome you back, even though I resent that you ever left in the first place. I'm glad dancing was just a phase. Do you remember that day that you stop writing? Oh, wait that never happened.

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Jordana Bevan: December 2014

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Friday, December 26, 2014. Daylight- Matt and Kim. Sunday, December 21, 2014. I'm no Cobain,. Or even a Bevan. I'm not sure what a Bevan even is. All I know is that it is a name that belongs to a dora-esque girl on my favorite movie. Which I've only watched all the way through because it's two and a half hours long. I'm just a girl who wants to start a riot. A girl who doesn't quite see the point of the internet. A girl who wants to see her brother get to have what she has. A girl who hates her real name.

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Jordana Bevan: The Road Less Traveled

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Sunday, December 7, 2014. The Road Less Traveled. This isn't my newspaper blackout. But I liked it better. Essentially these things are created by thievery so why not make it two-tiered? I took the road less traveled recently. And when I say that I don't mean it in a figurative, metaphorical sense. I mean that I was trying to find a campsite up AF canyon that once was a setting of many awkward kissing stories and where I sneaked-out for the first time to go camping with BOYS but I took a wrong turn.

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Jordana Bevan: September 2014

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Sunday, September 28, 2014. Building Your Heavy Ego. There you are,. Sitting on your tower,. Continually laying bricks,. Content with your skewed self-image. The rest of us are here,. On the ground,. We are content with our lives,. You build your wall up. So you can feel above everyone else. What you don't realize is that,. Something so literal does not translate to be so figuritive. While you are building your wall,. You sink into a fog of uncertainty. The worst part is that,. To be sought,. To be loved,.