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LAST LOGIN: November 18
LAST LOGIN: November 18
My name is Holly Morningstar. I was born on June 22, 1984 in West Michigan and grew up in the small town of Hart. I have been writing poetry since I was 14 years old when God showed me that it was a great tool of self-expression. From time to time I also write song lyrics as I am learning to play the guitar… still can’t sing though… ha ha. Although I don’t really like to, I have also written some fiction for creative writing classes I’m in on the road to earning my degree in English (creative writing). My favorite poets are: Pablo Neruda, Elizabeth B. Browning, e.e. cummings, Manuel Acuna and Ruben Dario. My favorite lyricists are: Hank Williams Sr, Johnny Cash, Loretta Lynn, Kurt Cobain, Bob Dylan, Fiona Apple, Tori Amos, Lu…
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Muddled chatterbox voices echoed in the Gallery with its heightened ceiling when the Exhibition began. The air was heavy with commonplace gossip that asked, “Did you hear about the Neighbor and the Drunkard’s Wife?” and “Do you think the lighting is appropriate? Something seems to a bit off.” But nobody mentioned the artificially mauve Calla Lilies or how their frilly scent did not blend with the smallest lingering hint of musky melting wax. They barely noticed when the Artist, 5’7” with pale...
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“Denouement” Holly Morningstar Muddled chatterbox voices echoed in the Listening Room with its heightened ceiling before the Show began. And so the air was heavy with commonplace gossip that asked, “Did you hear about the Neighbor and the Drunkard’s Wife?” and “Isn’t this room pale even with the candlelight?” But nobody mentioned the artificially mauve Calla Lilies or how their frilly scent did not blend with the smallest lingering hint of musky melting wax. They barely noticed when the Music...
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I don’t want to know I see the shadows of your stride and they’re going, going, they’re going tonight to be by her side and your arms will dance around her hips fireflies hovering and her strawberry lips I hear the echoes of your yell and they pierce me bloody while they’re piercing my shell and pierce me till I believe that I’m well enough to stand on my feet against your will against everything that was true until your arms dance around their hips fireflies hover over strawberry lips I ...
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Gutter As your eyes inquisitively watched the water droplets budding on the can of my cherry soft drink in the same manner that a man with salt and pepper hair ogles the blossoming breasts of a 17 year old girl parading the secret of her maturity in black velvet and leather I pondered the life you had lived during our years of separation. Images of hungry mouths, reptilian tongues, slippery bodies, and a Rose pricked by the briar of its own humanity, deflowering at its Core returned to me the...
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Mirage in Grayscale Where is my poet- enthusiastic lover that has felt in all its glory what can rattle the thorny cage of Earth? Where is the one that can run through me like the Nile through Egypt like a sword through tomboy-iron flesh knowing well I Thirst like a Dehydrated night for star-glow and ache like a widowed wife for solace and cold sheets for the comfort of company (you’re so out of reach when you’re so out of touch with me) He fled with haste when his eyes beheld a smoked menace...
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Awesome quote indeed!! :) Instant warm fuzzies and hope straight to the heart! Thank you. Have a good one :). Holly
I felt obligated to say that this poem is indeed beautiful! :)It's nice to know there are some people out there besides me that can relate to this. This poem sounds honest and everything sounds intentional! Wonderful job! Take care, keep smiling and God bless you. Holly
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This was soooo cute!! I loved the chorus of pigs. I will agree though that a more definite ending would leave the viewer a tad bit more satisfied. You write wonderfully though and I would love to read more about Adam's life. Thank you very much and have a great day! Holly
I felt like this was the start of a powerful poem, not an entire piece. It's good as it is, but it feels like it needs more. More of a good thing is always wonderful you know? :) I really like the imagery though and the sense of winter. Thank you and have a wonderful day! Holly
I really liked the language and sincerity of tone this piece carries. It feels like a song though. Is that your intetion? If not, maybe it's something to consider. Optimism is also a wonderful thing and while it's hard to be optimistic, sometimes we have to for our babies' sakes. Thanks!! Holly
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