“If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.”
-Emily Dickinson
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When I was eight years old, I asked myself what was wrong with me And I repeated that question so often that I carried it to sixteen I carried it when I was fourteen And cried myself to sleep for a week Because I knew that I had to wake up And work in the […]
The Monster
There is a monster that threatens to swallow me And it comes by every day Sometimes it hides deep inside the closet And sometimes it sits in my way I feel the pressure its claws press Upon my shoulders until I carry it The monster whispers wicked lies into my head Until everything feels like […]
The Future
I don’t know what the future holds. I just hope it’s quiet And holds a little more peace Right now, I’m in pieces Scattered across the present and the future Present quickly becoming past Hindering progress “That was yesterday’s news” “What’s new today?” What holds true today? What’s in view today? Because I feel like […]
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Alice Griffin Writes 