E.D. Emerling
Speak what you think now in hard words, and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to-day. 'Ah, so you shall be sure to be misunderstood.' Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood?
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The Argument for a Homeschool Education in Poetry
I won’t get on my knees. I won’t beg for my crown. I won’t die knowing nothing. I won’t ail in renown. I am more than a tadpole In the drench-est of moors. I won’t follow the footsteps Of society...
Are there monsters? in Poetry
Are there monsters…are there monsters… are there monsters in my bed? Some are creepy. Some are crawly. Some are small. Inside my head. Are there monsters… are there monsters… are there monsters i...
Piety's Plight in Poetry
Poison green does this grass still grow on a gloomy day in Maine; The church bells toll and the godwits crow– still all remains the same. A transient sleeps on the pebble beach in the grasp of de...
November 15, 2017 in Journal 1
There is no way I will be able to keep this up. Everyday, writing about my pitiful yet incredibly privileged life. Ugh, I see myself now– in the future, seeing these entries and choking down the ...
November 14, 2017 in Journal 1
I had lectures from 9 am-11 am today. I woke up at 7:50 am, dehydrated, with a dry nose, a scratchy throat, and a “good morning” headache. What is up with this dry-ass London weather anyways? I w...
