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Admissions
When I join myself in prayer all the survivors; all those still able to bear witness regarding my twisted way through the moments and decades come together in the nothing flat all eager to tell their tales once more. The dead speak little; ushering blindfolded angles lead them into my presence yet they are reluctant to testify or blame. The survivors line up ready...

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Categories: admissions, poetry,
Form: Free verse
My Admissions
Escalated had it, through mere words An argument with a drunk, leaving none sober Avoidance I practiced, consequential to unity A day of togetherness, spent alone My desire to leave, superseding my will to stay. You were right, I conceded; true or untrue A waste was it to speak, when I would be unheard To read was it my choice, to...

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Categories: admissions, care, christmas, conflict, december,
Form: I do not know?



Premium Member All Wonders Are Free, No Admissions Price
All Wonders Are Free, No Admissions Price Lord grant me, days in Nature's rainbow hues Walking among wildlife, searching for clues Thankful for these very fine hiking shoes In splendor of morn's new risen sun This peaceful, calming walk will be fun Later, short picnic before I run To find butterflies fluttering about In Nature's pleasing joy, no need to shout Here waters...

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Categories: admissions, art, beauty, bird, blessing,
Form: Sonnet
Admissions From a Heart
Merely, the hardest thing I must ever do Is express myself through remorse Especially when being in the wrong And alas my dearest, in this moment You were in the right, all along Thus, where my heart begins to fight It starts by raging war Against that of solemn shame And now of 'tis wounded pride But, the forces they gather among a storm And...

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Categories: admissions, forgiveness
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Admissions of a Sloth
I like to exercise my mind, but how I hate to work. Whatever needs exertion is the action that I shirk. Labor with the brain is fine. I do it all the time. How I love to sit and read or think of words that rhyme. But send me to the bathroom with a brush so that I'll...

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Categories: admissions, funny, workme,
Form: Quatrain




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