

A Doll's PoemA Doll’s Poem (inspired by the play "A Doll's House" by Henrik Ibsen) Your doll won’t play with you anymore,A Doll's Poem
She wants to leave this house.
Your bird won’t sing for you, she needs a new nest and new songs to sing.
Your squirrel won’t chatter for you, she has more important things to talk about.
I’ve been your squirrel. I’ve been your lark, I’ve been your doll, but they are not Nora.
I say I want to leave, you say I’m a silly child.
I say I need to educate myself, you say it is madness.
I say “we need to ta


stream of expressioninspiration meets a road block the river of creativity has encontered a block I feel it flowing through me so much to say so much to express so much to evoke so much within me wanting to pour out emotion experience truth all within but needing to be expressed in the best possible way the stream of consciousness is my river of expression it just needs to flow free. without the dam of judgement or critique flowing free expression in purest formstream of expression


YOUR MOM'S a deviationThrough the years, a certain phrase has developed amongst America’s youth. A sort of “freudian” insult that has been around for years. It began as almost an art form. An insult tournament. One kid would say “ your momma is so fat she sat on a rainbow and made skittles” the other kid would then reply “ well you’re mom is so fat when she walks around the house everyone makes dumb jokes about her weight.” These insults would go back and forth for hours. They would continue spewing these derogatory turns at the expense of the image of one’s mother. Today this insult has developed into a reflex, a habit, a curse. This phrase is: “ YOURYOUR MOM'S a deviation
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blacker than the blackest black times infinity.
Oh Gail,
If I had a feather for every friend I have, I might be considered a bird.
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*hugs and chocolate*
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