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23
LOC: France
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: August 19
LOC: France
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: August 19
“People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered.
Love them anyway.
If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.
If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.
The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.
Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.
The biggest person with the biggest ideas can be
shot down by the smallest person with the smallest mind.
Think big anyway.
What you spend years building may
be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.
People really need help but may attack if you help them.
Help people anyway.
Give the world the best you have
and you might get kicked in the teeth.
Giv…
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Curved guitars strung on an iron arch Hang low on sorry circumstance They scream static in the streets To a moon upon a velvet veil Punjabi princess here from faraway Her soft sad songs in Urdu And the sighs of Saint Denis Bring me heavy thoughts of you
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Boy, why are you crying? Has the Captain got his Hook in you? Or does your mind fly over A lonely Neverland? No more fairy dust or pink clouds; It’s missed kisses and the dreams that let you down, Your unchanging second star to the right, The world without the sun of Wendy’s smile, And the futility of clapping.
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I really want to wish on that star but I can’t tell whether or not it's just an airplane. I wish on it all: stars, dandelion fluff, eyelashes, your mother’s purse. And if by some unlucky chance you take the same road I did and you find me sitting here, I’ll probably make you do it, too. But on this one, I can’t tell. Tonight is the Fête de la Musique. It is also my first night without a home. The lights from the tower mask the sky with horrible shades of yellow and orange and I get this feeli...
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Slivered silver moon so perfect Low tide holds up a rippled mirror Glowing mica, bits of sea glass Twenty bare and shoeless toes Four eager hands that wander Lips pray upon each other A flowered skirt is lifted Soft flesh collides with hard Waves intermittently lap at shore Gently rolling, pushing forward Under summer stars And opal orbs Rapturous release
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Her hair is light years long and in the wind, her brown waves stick to the cracks in her smile. Even at low tide, our feet sink into the soft sand while we stay on the banks looking for sand dollars and sea glass. In pursuit of a hermit crab, I carelessly split a toe on a barnacled rock. My eyes tear from the stinging salt water and the sight of my blood, but she strokes my hair behind my ears and I forget. “The salt water is healing it,” she says. And she kisses my forehead. Time creeps by o...
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Your repetitive use of the word 'branches' within the first 2 sentences was a little distracting. Overall, though, I felt that you were effective in creating a genuinely creepy atmosphere. From the way that a 106 year old woman can see and hear these things without actually ever seeing or hearing them and from the last couple of lines.
This has such beautifully concrete images, it's lovely. The way that the poem opens and closes with the same scene of the man reading the newspaper and the sparrows bouncing on the ground, and how each image seems to lead into another (the butterfly into Maria's dress, the pain of the woman walking away turning into memories of the summer prior, leading into his promise for the future). It's a beautiful poem.
I love this. How at first we wonder where we are: or a different planet or underground. Then once we find out we are on a radioactive air force base post-bomb, there is the wonder about what the Professor is trying to pull out of the ground (which we never find out). I love that. It definitely made me want to read on, and it was easy to follow. The only thing that caught me up sometimes was the repetitive use of words like "drone". But somehow it fit with the piece. Good work.
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