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Poem - Walls have ears, Doors have eyes. Trees have voices, beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man you think you know. - Song of Sapphique

Poem - Walls have ears, Doors have eyes. Trees have voices, beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man you think you know. - Song of Sapphique

Some days I don't know what's worse... thinking or feeling.... if only I could escape both....

Some days I don't know what's worse... thinking or feeling.... if only I could escape both....

if you are to love, love as the moon loves; it does not steal the night - it only unveils the beauty of the dark

if you are to love, love as the moon loves; it does not steal the night - it only unveils the beauty of the dark

things that fall petals teardrops snowflakes rain stars tides shadows leaves the sun and i, for you.

things that fall petals teardrops snowflakes rain stars tides shadows leaves the sun and i, for you.

he found the colors to paint her where the world had left her grey. -- Atticus

he found the colors to paint her where the world had left her grey. -- Atticus

For the word lovers…

For the word lovers…

The 100 Most Beautiful Words in English, I would say 100 of the most beautiful words, only a one hundred? How about just 100 beautiful words in English?

Thet never know when they motivate you the same moment they are struggling to collect their pieces

Thet never know when they motivate you the same moment they are struggling to collect their pieces

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart

Breathings of Your Heart Wordsworth quote writing poetry inspiration relief linocut print

This is ironic because my boyfriend is both colorblind and suffers depression

This is ironic because my boyfriend is both colorblind and suffers depression

These words resonate with me so deeply. Poetry to me cannot emerge from me without deep feeling and emotion. Either deep pain, hurt, loss, anger, frustration etc...or deep happiness, joy, love, tenderness. Either way it must be deep, honest and so powerful inside me that it just flows out and always people are hidden in my poetry. - Heidi Suydam, Simply Our Society

Sunday, Bloody Sunday

These words resonate with me so deeply. Poetry to me cannot emerge from me without deep feeling and emotion. Either deep pain, hurt, loss, anger, frustration etc...or deep happiness, joy, love, tenderness. Either way it must be deep, honest and so powerful inside me that it just flows out and always people are hidden in my poetry. - Heidi Suydam, Simply Our Society