Daisy blogs her poetry. Read some here. We wrote a poem together a while back, taking turns to write a few lines. It was like a dance, or maybe a battle.
Broken, left ashamed, bare,
open for the world to see.
To judge,
to try to understand,
to love, to help.
Reaching for a moment
pure enough to have meaning.
Untainted from the world.
Thankful, clean, Awake.
The cocoon ripped open.
That ray of light,
blinding, peeling our eyes open,
making us face the truth,
maybe too soon.
Painfully beautiful.
Now restored, now healed,
it’s a joy to be
broken, left ashamed, bare.
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If you are at all like me, you were probably sick of reviews of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows before you even read a single one.
I spent most of the day today avoiding a few guys who had read the photos of the