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Tag Archives: Fits
Out of A Writer’s Head
Out of A Writer’s Headby Michael DoyleSome who writeHave fumbled for wordsAs though words aren’t rightEven as they’ve occurredWhether poetry or proseIt’s the words that passIt’s less what one knowsBut what has amassedWords flow best in experienceThen become arranged by … Continue reading
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Tagged Amassed, Arrange, Collage, Collates, Enough, Experience, Fits, Flow, Fumble, Head, Knows, Left Behind, Little Bits, Mind, Occurred, Pass, Poetry, Poetry and Prose, Preference, Prose, Right, Right Stuff, Said, Spill Out, Test, Words, Writer, Writer's Head, Wwrite
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The End of Everything
The End of Everythingby Michael DoyleBeware of a woman’s scornAnd the wrath that followsYou’ll find more than halo tornWhen descending into those hollowsCrippling revenge bring no justiceEuripides puts tragedy into practiceFinding that stronger than a lover’s loveThere are wounds incurable … Continue reading
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Tagged Avalanche, Begins, Betrayals of Life, Beware, Bitten, Blood, Bring, Cajole, Children, Crippling Revenge, Death, Embittered Women, End, End To Everything, Endure, Euripides, Everything, Evil Mind, Fatal Schism, Fits, Foolish, Fruitless, Gods, Greater, Grief, Halo, Hate's Bottomless Cup, Heaven, Hollow, Honeyed Words, Human, Incurable, Jason, Killed, Love, Lover's Hate, Lover's Love, Mortal, Mud, No Justice, Perverse, Poetry and Poems, Pour, Practice, Price, Quest, Roll, Sense, Shake, Soul, Thoughts, Torn, Tragedy, Twist of Fate, Universe, Wisdom, Woman's Scorn, Wounds, Wrath
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