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About This Author
My name is Joy, and I love to write.
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
 
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Green Peas at Stake #378414 added October 10, 2005 at 10:50am
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1001 Stories
She writes inside the lines
and in between
scattering rumored secrets
like broken glass,
sharp-edged, cocky,
cutting through her breath.
She gasps,
struggling between the revered truth
of wanton fiction,
and frankly, the stories
she’ll never tell
out of mercy, or pride,
or love,
stories deep, dark, cold,
stories abandoned
curling dry on emptiness.
She says her prayers
every night,
to keep her alive
so she isn’t left
empty-handed,
and with her words growing skin,
she hides inside each prayer,
every night telling a story
of errors
to herself.
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