Wallflower
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The Second SexA Poem by WallflowerNo matter how high i hold my head, or how stern and assertive my face, i know i am a lamb amongst the lions. (Title pays homage to de Beauvoir) |
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Temporal SpaceA Poem by WallflowerLet’s think backwards And replay the memories of dead days Long gone. Why do they call it moving on When you’re stu.. |
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EarthlingsA Poem by WallflowerUncritical analyses, distorting realities. |
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Here and NowA Poem by WallflowerYou straddle the summit and from it you see Neither is the other And either only Are Because they both Be. What else matters? What .. |
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The ShadowA Poem by WallflowerWe all make mistakes, but some are unforgivable. |
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Nouns & Verbs; Houses & HomesA Poem by Wallflowera Noun is not a Verb; a House is not a Home. |
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ForksA Story by WallflowerWhen I was very young I remember posing a question to my sister that had real weight to it, real significance that my young mind could not quite wra.. |
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Cognito Ergo SumA Poem by WallflowerLetting go of you Is like letting go of a piece of me; Emancipating A fragment of my identity. I know I can’t blame the past .. |
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Cultural ClashesA Poem by WallflowerThere's dirt under my fingernails,I let my hair air-dry;It doesn't see salon stylist hands,toners, highlights, or cut-&-blow drys.My car is always.. |
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A Dream Within a DreamA Story by WallflowerEdgar Allan Poe wasn't kidding.. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream" |
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