Poetry
My Suitcase
I have been carrying this old suitcase for my entire life It is now a scarred and battered container of memories and reality Some might
I have been carrying this old suitcase for my entire life It is now a scarred and battered container of memories and reality Some might
South Korea, a country in East Asia that occupies the southern portion of the Korean peninsula. Even for people who are not aware of the
I travel the world in daydreams. I become someone else sometimes. I live to a ripe old age and then I become myself completely satisfied.
All throughout shrewd sea winds courted us Gangs of raucous avians swim through the rain Loud aching cries of pain echo As the luminous
If the stars Do not exist on earth Both day and night will be so bright And they will lose Their values. So they travel
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at