the storms of life tear at you
and
you fall
even when
you look for the good, try for the best
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Abigail Penhallegon
I'm an aspiring novelist. I've started many stories and just recently become more confident in my abilities due to the encouragement of great friends and teachers. I'd like to spread joy through my writing, so prepare for happy endings. :)
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He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
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this is lovely! simple and powerful (I read it both ways a few times lol)
“The storms of life” is simple yet so evocative, and I like the subtle shift in this that requires a re-read. Powerful message no matter which way you look!
Great job
Excellent change entry , great words
Oh! This is really good. Well done.
you look for the good, try for the best. Lovely thought. Wishing the best
This is so beautiful and hopeful. 💗 Super impressive!!
Very cleverly composed. Love this one 😍 (also very impressive how quickly you came up with an inverse poem!)