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Third Degree Burns | sajeershaikh
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Stay updated via RSS. On Death By Poetry. On Death By Poetry. Settlements RIP th…. On Third Degree Burns. On Third Degree Burns. Old and New Ink. Posted: July 31, 2015 in Poetry. This hole is where my skin once was,. Tucked under layers of skin and tissue,. Really, it isn’t that big of an issue,. I’m a woman and my skin is my jewel,. But my jewel isn’t mine to own. I am my father’s pride that he. Will one day wed away. I am my husband’s self respect,. I should live my life the way they want. All I wanted...
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A letter to my Muse | Poems Make Veterans
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A letter to my Muse. July 30, 2015. I’ve been searching my walls for shadows of you, but I’ve only found my own fingerprints from the last time I looked for you. Needless to say, I miss you. So I will, as always, say thanks to you. For walking the mile with me, even if that means being stranded in the middle of nowhere today with nothing but weak metaphors and cliched analogies; I will use them all to write letters to you. Maybe reading these will convince you how badly I need you back. Liked by 1 person.
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Retirement Plans: pt 1. | Poems Make Veterans
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Retirement Plans: pt 1. July 6, 2015. July 6, 2015. I didn’t think I’d run out of poetry till I did. The most painful part of running out of poetry is saying it out loud. You have run out of poetry. You have run out of poetry. You have run out of poetry. A letter to my Muse. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. A letter to my Muse.
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July | 2015 | Poems Make Veterans
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A letter to my Muse. July 30, 2015. I’ve been searching my walls for shadows of you, but I’ve only found my own fingerprints from the last time I looked for you. Needless to say, I miss you. So I will, as always, say thanks to you. For walking the mile with me, even if that means being stranded in the middle of nowhere today with nothing but weak metaphors and cliched analogies; I will use them all to write letters to you. Maybe reading these will convince you how badly I need you back. July 6, 2015.
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poemsmakeveterans | Poems Make Veterans
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A letter to my Muse. July 30, 2015. I’ve been searching my walls for shadows of you, but I’ve only found my own fingerprints from the last time I looked for you. Needless to say, I miss you. So I will, as always, say thanks to you. For walking the mile with me, even if that means being stranded in the middle of nowhere today with nothing but weak metaphors and cliched analogies; I will use them all to write letters to you. Maybe reading these will convince you how badly I need you back. July 6, 2015.
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Blisters | Ria
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. If a poem could hold even half the burden I am carrying inside. And give me peace (I ask a bit). I’d write it. But heart is wild and I have stepped into fire so my face and feet are burning. A paper is too far away. I got a brush sitting near so I hold it to the flames because I know. I know that if I try I can turn them blue. Like skies or water. And it won’t hurt anymore. But you see, it just melted in my hand and I only got more blisters. Hey, thank you!
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A letter to my Muse | Poems Make Veterans
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A letter to my Muse. July 30, 2015. I’ve been searching my walls for shadows of you, but I’ve only found my own fingerprints from the last time I looked for you. Needless to say, I miss you. So I will, as always, say thanks to you. For walking the mile with me, even if that means being stranded in the middle of nowhere today with nothing but weak metaphors and cliched analogies; I will use them all to write letters to you. Maybe reading these will convince you how badly I need you back. Liked by 1 person.