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Only People
Read more: Only PeopleOnly people the flame of soul is all you take to heaven, you know. All else crumbles to dust and ash, but flames of soul are made to last.
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Contempt
Read more: ContemptCrumpled papercreased beyond repair,cast in exasperationfrom a corner, glare. Proof of irritationan act of my contemptfor this, my situationfor being nonexempt. A deadness percolatesthoughts refuse growththe thing one loves,slowly steeped in loath. All a point of viewmutilated pagesilence feeding ghostsrising poets rage. ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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The Truth and Lies of Poetry
Read more: The Truth and Lies of PoetryThere is power in poetic verse. Words roll off the tongue like music, and lose us in the sway of emotions that flood each word. But what about the messages hidden within poetry?
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A Six Word Story (30)
Read more: A Six Word Story (30)Sometimes I feel like an overturned cup of confetti… Until I remember cups are for holding liquid, not everyone else’s bits and pieces. Confetti wants to be thrown around, shared, and bring colour to the world. Remember, it’s okay to throw those bits around, as long as you clean up after the party is over.…





