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The Sting of A Yellow Jacket
The Sting of A Yellow Jacketby Michael DoyleNaughty narrative braids togetherA story of coming of age but betterTwo tracks made into one storyNeither of them qualifying for gloryHigh school drama can be brutalityEven without its incessant fatalityAs childhood comes to … Continue reading →
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Tagged Anarchy, Anxieties, Apart, Barbarity, Brewing, Brutality, Campfire, Childhood, Cling, Coming of Age, Complexity, Dreams, Embers, Emotional Undoing, Ends, Fatality, Fingers, Friend, Gore, Growing Pains, Hierarchy, High School Drama, Hormones, Iconic, Indolence, Instability, Intentions, Ironic, Lethal Stew, Lingers, Losing Touch, Narrative, Naughty, Negotiation, Poetry and Poems, Process, Qualify, Question, Remembers, Scars, Simplicity, Smothered, Stars, Sting, Swore, Threads, Toxicity, Transforms, True, Two Tracks, Woods, Yellow Jacket
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Once Too Many Times
Once Too Many Timesby Michael DoyleYou there, who do so wrongIt’s me here, telling you that you don’t belongPointing at your mistake with my fingerThat is, until, I notice the smell lingersAnd it is myself who is wickedStinking in my … Continue reading →
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Tagged Accept, Acknowledging, Becomes Clear, Belong, Chafe, Christianity, Dare Not, Every Hour, Failed Possibility, Finger, Gap, Garb of Peasant, Gracious, Greatest Power, Keeping To Myself, Know, Lingers, Living My Life, Lord's Correction, Lord's Fire, Lord's True Presence, Mirror, Mistake, Mistakes, My Desires, My Own Heartbreaks, Myself, Once, Peasant Rhymes, Persevere, Poetry and Poems, Pointing, Profession, Pure Church, Purified, Quietly, Rebuke, Returning My Life, Right Direction, Robes of Royalty, Separating, Simple Look, Smell, Someone Else, Sticky Wicket, Stinking In My Own Skin, Tap, Too Many Times, True, Unrefined, Wheat, Wicked, Wish, Worship, Wrong
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