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Student Writing: March 2011
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Saturday, March 5, 2011. By Emily Holt, OMS-II. Like wet pain streaking. With color that was too thick. To hold itself up. I feel myself missing you-. Down my face,. Pooling in the wrinkles,. Even when I smile). The colors mix, the hues change. When they dry, will you recognize me? By Jennifer Grant, OMS-III. I peer into your temple at the clots of harmed vitality. And the darkness of that evening. Spaces your spirit once dwelled. I imagine you alone enduring the. Of harrowing pain and heaviness,.
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Student Writing: February 2011
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011. I am in love with a liquid iron princess;. She flows so sweetly through my heart and through my soul. And through my metal bones to smooth out their roughened boles. And when my pain begins to measure in the excess,. She takes my breath and stirs it into molten snow,. And lets my acid tears remember which way to go. And when i’m in my dreams too deep for true believing,. She steps so softly through my muscles and my skin,. And legions waste away to lesions she laments,.
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Student Writing: "Streaming"
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Saturday, March 5, 2011. By Emily Holt, OMS-II. Like wet pain streaking. With color that was too thick. To hold itself up. I feel myself missing you-. Down my face,. Pooling in the wrinkles,. Even when I smile). The colors mix, the hues change. When they dry, will you recognize me? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Jen Grant, On Writing. View my complete profile. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Student Writing: August 2011
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Tuesday, August 2, 2011. Renewal after a Long Year. By Jennifer Grant, OMS-III. A primordial pulse fills my blood,. As I gown with inherent grace. The teenage mother writhes in pain,. And baby’s daddy waits. Four children squeal out from behind the bed,. And I question, “A different place? A student, a young woman, my voice is soft,. And fades into white space. I pull, mom pushes, and dad plays Angry Birds. The child is coming! The miracle of birth! Little curls, squirts of blood,.
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Student Writing: gaeb's Poems
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011. I am in love with a liquid iron princess;. She flows so sweetly through my heart and through my soul. And through my metal bones to smooth out their roughened boles. And when my pain begins to measure in the excess,. She takes my breath and stirs it into molten snow,. And lets my acid tears remember which way to go. And when i’m in my dreams too deep for true believing,. She steps so softly through my muscles and my skin,. And legions waste away to lesions she laments,.
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Student Writing
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Thursday, October 27, 2011. A Poem that has been Titled: “Adage to a Cabbage”. 8220;Why Cabbages are Dumb! Way back near The Beginning, there was a simple plant. That grew weary of simplicity, and sat beneath The Olive Tree. To await the Great Ghost Gardener, and spin for Him this rant:. 8220;O Ghost that rules most Holy, O grower of great greens,. I have noticed that, in recent days, some men developed strange new ways. To differentiate themselves, and I wish to share their scheme,. So every couple send...
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Student Writing: Renewal after a Long Year
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Tuesday, August 2, 2011. Renewal after a Long Year. By Jennifer Grant, OMS-III. A primordial pulse fills my blood,. As I gown with inherent grace. The teenage mother writhes in pain,. And baby’s daddy waits. Four children squeal out from behind the bed,. And I question, “A different place? A student, a young woman, my voice is soft,. And fades into white space. I pull, mom pushes, and dad plays Angry Birds. The child is coming! The miracle of birth! Little curls, squirts of blood,.
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Student Writing: October 2011
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Thursday, October 27, 2011. A Poem that has been Titled: “Adage to a Cabbage”. 8220;Why Cabbages are Dumb! Way back near The Beginning, there was a simple plant. That grew weary of simplicity, and sat beneath The Olive Tree. To await the Great Ghost Gardener, and spin for Him this rant:. 8220;O Ghost that rules most Holy, O grower of great greens,. I have noticed that, in recent days, some men developed strange new ways. To differentiate themselves, and I wish to share their scheme,. So every couple send...
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Student Writing: December 2010
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Wednesday, December 8, 2010. Poetry by gabe Edmondson, OMS I. Her fingers twist and feint and weave through fabled hearts of those who grieve,. And eyes as blue as black as grey dart to and fro as lashes sway. Through canvas smooth and creased and torn by charcoal bright and colours worn;. Bare feet pack down in muck and mire vast founding stones as lungs expire. And lips let loose brave tales and songs while fists pound rhythms fast on gongs. Slow is a matter of thinking;. A useful but relative thing,.
