ethereal . wattys2016

ethereal . wattys2016

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Poems I write for myself. Rankings: - #137th in poetry on 19 Sept 2016 - #85th in poetry on 21 Sept 2016 - #78th in poetry on 12 Nov 2016 !!!yay Note: Sometimes the formatting goes off for some reason, and sometimes my updates get erased so please bear with me if I update multiple times a day. Beautiful new cover by @silvermoons- <3 Also, I sometimes don't receive notifications of comments for some reason, but I do my best to read every one of them; this is my debut poetry collection and I am immensely grateful to you for taking the time to read through my works. If a particular poem speaks to you, please give it a vote or comment, it really means a lot to me. Thank you (-: Copyright © 2016 sunseteuphony All Rights Reserved This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of myself except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
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Excerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during times of sadness, Never given often enough. I am a mirror: Reflecting the moods of those in my surroundings Or the inanimate objects that remain once all have gone home. I am a microphone: Echoing the opinions of those around me, Telling the truths of all, but only being accepted by one. I am a shell: Full of the many memories of yesterday, Unable to grasp anything today. I am a skeleton: Stripped away of any feeling, After everyone has taken a piece. I am nothing: Not a firefighter, Thanked for saving the family pet. Not a lover, Dearly missed by her significant other. Not a role model, Written about for a second grader's project. Not a person at all; I am a simple cadaver, sliced up for answers to all of life's questions." ********************************************** An original poetry collection from the last decade of my life.

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