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To Xan
The lights rise and you're there, Staring at the crowd, unsure if they're to make the first move or you. You step forward, Your face is golden and your hands clasped. You hold your instrument and begin to strum, O how the angels are si (More)
Her love
The waves are crashing at our feet and we talk about what it means to be –– A woman. Her mom is resilient, Taking the world as it comes –– Counting the stars.   As I lay in his bed, my body naked –– Exposed, I think about (More)
Early like the morning
The dial tone blares overhead, Are you there? Hello? Burnt sienna trees whispering to me, What are they saying? As I walk the leaves crumble, the people murmur. Do they know I'm here? Sitting in solitude, staring with somber, (More)
Do I dare say–?
People – oh no, Do I dare say, “People!” Excuse me, everything is rather pressing. Where’s the space? Let alone the time… A glimmer of solidarity Is swept with the addition of a Branded string of letters. The words – Those wor (More)
Secondary Source Analysis of Emily Dickinson's "I'm wife– I've finished that–"
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Sylvia Plath's "Mirror" through oppressive roots
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Sonnet 12
Luke Karam Professor Whitley English 100 10 September 2018 Sonnet 12 – Shakespeare             In Sonnet 12 Shakespeare uses a variety of metaphors and imagery related to nature to say to a young man that one day his time will in this worl (More)
Hills Like White Elephants
Luke Karam Professor Whitley English 100 1 October 2018 Hills Like White Elephants             In “Hills Like White Elephants”, Ernest Hemingway is using personification and metaphors to paint us a picture of a troubled relationship betwee (More)
Time Is Not The Miracle
I'm walking down through the ages All I can hope for is luck I am surrounded by people All that they do is they rush Unlimited, and guaranteed Their live life in their misery Unlimited, not valuable Time is not the miracle I read the books ab (More)
You And I Were Green
Take me. . . Envelop me into your light And please mold me into a creation of your own liking Please make me yours These are the thoughts I had when I first met you. . . I wanted to love you. . . I loved you since before I even knew what love w (More)
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