I want to be a real boy, I don’t want to be a stump
My joints articulating better than my knotty lump
My heart a pumping sap filled core,
with arms outstretched to shelter more
I wait for the carver to create me anew
From my snazzy top hat to my hard wooden shoes.
Direct me, show me, guide life to this oak
Allow me a life, my leaves are all spoke.
An Independent Nondiscriminatory Platform With No Religious, Political, Financial, or Social Affiliations - FOUNDED 2014
Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
Hosanna High Community Burial Project
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
...just a voice from the eastern Himalayan summits...
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Life as an American poet of excellence
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Love Letters to the Tar Pit
Making Space for Dreams
binge thinking and other things in life
Mare Martell 
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