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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.
Archaic
Atlas
Beyond In Here
Bitter Boy
Bitterness
The Changing Face
Child
Close to Crazy
Counter
The Day That All gods Died
Diana, Goddess of the Moon
Enduring
Evil
Fond
For Valarie On Her Birthday
Glimpse
Held On
Idolatry
Language
The Meek
Mormon 8:30
Mother Mary
Myself
My World
Narcissus
Places I Live
Proverbs
Rightness
The Road To New Jerusalem
Stillness
Thoughts While in the Backyard
What I Am
Whisper
Windshield
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