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A Cold Morning Walk

24 January, 2009 (15:28) | Wax Poetic

As I walk down Memory Lane, The past runs like a river behind me. Over the cliff, down the steep hill, Trees protect us from falling back down. They block the clear view of the river, As mental scars block the pain of memories. If we descend down the cliff of time passed, And lose […]

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22 December, 2008 (22:35) | Wax Poetic

Some text is clearly written. We consider this normal and expected. If I wRiTe In AlTeRnAtInG-cApS oN a ReSuMe, It WiLl MoSt LiKeLy Be ReJeCtEd. Some text we italicize to whisper quietly, but words never make a sound. Underlining words makes sure what we’ve written is found. When Jesus spoke, he apparently spoke in red. […]

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Don’t look back in anger

19 September, 2008 (14:26) | Wax Poetic

This is a creative writing assignment from Dawn.    I never wanted it to end like this.  It’s cold outside as I put on my coat and walk away from us, from you, from the place I never wanted to leave.  My chin is up though, because I know the revolutions we talked about in […]

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Where 2 stand no longer.

11 September, 2008 (23:50) | Wax Poetic

I walked down Church Street today. I never really thought about those who were there before me. I walked past many people who were stopped. I felt like the outsider or scab going to work. I walked thinking about how my bag was slowing me down, and how that was a bad thing. I walked […]

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As I lay in my bed and it storms outside

20 July, 2008 (14:49) | Wax Poetic

Watching the wind blow by Watching the clouds cover the sky Watching the rain camouflage tears Watching the leaves wither with fears. Seeing the sky fill over by a shadow Seeing the lightning strobe the below Seeing the debris wrestle with the wind Seeing leaves on trees which they’re pinned. Hearing the wind rattle the […]

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Love Me Like Your Meteorologist

29 June, 2008 (23:01) | Wax Poetic

Because you can wing it And just hope and pray for a little bit of sun and not a drop of rain Because you don’t need me But you want to hear and see How I can help you plan your daily drive Leave a little early; storm comes at five. Because I will warn […]

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