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A poem... begins as a lump in the
throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness,
a lovesickness... It finds the thought and
the thought finds the words.
-Robert Frost

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I've loved writting poetry since I was twelve. It's mostly a
coping method, which is why most of them are so melodramatic. I never
feel the need to write until I'm faced with a problem. Below is a
fairly complete collection of my work, although I admit to chickening
out on posting some of my really bad ones.


Always

Archaic

Atlas

Beyond In Here

NEW Bitter Boy

Bitterness

The Changing Face

Child

NEW Close to Crazy

NEW Counter

The Day That All gods Died

Diana, Goddess of the Moon

Enduring

NEW Evil

Fond

For Valarie On Her Birthday

Glimpse

Held On

NEW Idolatry

NEW Language

The Meek

Mormon 8:30

Mother Mary

Myself

My World

Narcissus

Places I Live

Proverbs

Rightness

The Road To New Jerusalem

Stillness

NEW Thoughts While in the Backyard

What I Am

Whisper

NEW Windshield

5.5 Minutes

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