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We all have a button. One that’s easy to push. But hard to turn off. And its labeled selfish . August 12, 2015. To get lost in my own thoughts. Is like searching through the desert. With no directions or map to guide me. The longer I’m there the weaker I become. As dehydrated thoughts take over. And cause me to see a mirage of false imagery. Upon realizing the truth I throw myself down. Like a child’s tantrum over a misplaced toy. And turn into the hot mess I keep buried below. August 12, 2015. Follow &l...

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We all have a button. One that’s easy to push. But hard to turn off. And its labeled selfish . August 12, 2015. To get lost in my own thoughts. Is like searching through the desert. With no directions or map to guide me. The longer I’m there the weaker I become. As dehydrated thoughts take over. And cause me to see a mirage of false imagery. Upon realizing the truth I throw myself down. Like a child’s tantrum over a misplaced toy. And turn into the hot mess I keep buried below. August 12, 2015. Follow &l...

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Human Nature | Poems by Nadia

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True life depicts less like a fairytale. And more like a Shakespearian play. Where mistrust and deceit. Are the seeds that create human nature. As some grow into beautiful creatures. And others stay embedded in the dirt. August 11, 2015. Stars Unchanged →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.

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Believe and you will leave anguish at the door. To receive more than expected. Like a child whose mother disrespected. The ones surrounded by loves desire. And not be like all who transpire. We plague our minds with rips and tears. Fallen off eyes filled with sullen grief. Like a child who sits on cement. Whose mother laid herself. Upon bones of buried steps. To never be more alike than rest. September 11, 2016. Like a spore I’m released. Free to roam wherever I land. Planting my feet in dense soil.

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8212;Writer. Teacher. Philosopher. August 17, 2015. The Writer’s Block. Wendall Palmer lived alone in an attic apartment above Betty’s Bakery in Greenwich Village, New York. Wendall was a poet. He’d had one collection published by a small publisher, and had come second place in a prestigious prize in the New Yorker Magazine, but he hadn’t written anything in eighteen months. At first he just shrugged off his writer’s block. So Wendall took his advice and found himself wandering around the neighborhood ti...

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