Confessor, Winter Wind
...Blow, blow, you unfeeling winter wind,
Cruel, wicked you are,
Numberless leaves you pluck so harshly,
Clothesless you make them unkindly,
As mercy is not enthroned in your heart,
Oh! How truthfu...
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Categories:
clothesless, 12th grade, anger,
Form: Sonnet
Stutter Step, Hands Open, Lights Fade, We Are Nothing In This Darkness
...milestones are marked by photographs
by notches on door casings that show just how grown up we are getting
by midnights spent on front porch stoops with people we only half know drinking mixtur...
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Categories:
clothesless, giving, goodbye, heartbroken, high
Form: Prose Poetry