Time for a supernatural marathon!
This show is my guiltiest pleasure. Besides eating handfuls of chocolate chips. That’s pretty bad.
Chloe Denice's Poem: Melancholy (Rough Draft)
Melancholy The Earth speaks in whispers. Her call is dead leaves, ponds icing over, a child leaving home. She cries: We are all together! You know my name, but you have forgotten it. Your love of Spring does not heal. Your love of comfort does not soothe. Your teeth bite, they ache, and you trample layers of growth. You are mean, friend, and you see no beauty in the cold. You see only...
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Phasmogalephobia: Fear of Ghost Sharks →
Celine (Rough Draft)
This is for Celine. Her favorite quote is: “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.” I am sick. Heart-broken coughs rattle my body and the cold burns everywhere. Sickly sweet, this sickness is the greatest pandemic. I am in love. And what a love! The thing is, it causes palpitations. My sinuses are stuffed. You’ll laugh, sure, but I...
Aesthetic--Rough Draft for Sarah
Sarah followed my website: http://highestformofwhit.wordpress.com so she gets a poem! Her favorite word is “Aesthetic,” so with that, I word jumbled it for fifteen minutes, took the twelve words I liked the most, and wrote a poem. The last word of each line is one of the words I brainstormed. Aesthetic She stands silent: staring at the sea. She hates the hold it has on her. The...
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Wow. Hi, everyone! Since you took a moment to follow this here blog, if you would do me the honor of checking out my website, http://highestformofwhit.wordpress.com and following that if you like it, and liking it on facebook, and telling friends about it… I’d probably propose to all of you. Or bake cookies and send them to you. OR! Or. Totally write you a poem. That is something I...
Oh yes, I discuss my fear of blueberries growing up. My crippling, crippling fear of blueberries. (HOW MANY DELICIOUS MUFFINS DID I MISS OUT ON?… that’s what she said)