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I guess I’ll just write poetry.What else am I to do?I have to fill the lonely hoursAnd love to speak to you.My oh so lovely readers—You’re the apple of my eye.We’ll always have each other.Won’t we?There’s really no goodbyes.Just, “Friend, I’ll see you laterIn the Castle in the Sky.We’ll all get there eventually.Might take a…
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I was born in Eden though thisWorld has kicked me out.I’m longing to get back there. It’s’ whatLife is all about.Take me back to Eden, Lord.I want to dwell with you.I get the serpent has a role.I get why this is true.We’re meant to forget Eden, Lord.We’re meant to become shamed.I’m longing to get back…
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Lord, please take me back to whenTimes were much simpler,When I was just a lad.I cannot endureThe pain of this age.I can’t escape the sads.I’m tired of hurtingAnd not knowing why.No one can tell me how to fix it.I’m willing to do whatever it takes.Whatever it is, I’ll kick it.Doctors don’t know and can’t seem…
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What do I love about art?This is a journaling project. A poem.I love that there’s so much history beneath itAnd for so many figures, a home. I love that we have more than just the artWhen it comes to Vincent and his letters.Theo preserved them and thank God for that.You can see that he was…
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Fredde Kruger had a Luger and heHaunted me in dreamsI asked him, “Freddie, what is up?I thought knives were your thing?”“I just thought it too personal.That’s just how it seemed.”“Personal Freddie Kruger?You’re hunting me in dreams!”









