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Charlottesimmons

  • Last seen on Mar 10 12:48 PM 2006. Member since March 3, 2006.
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  • Reborn in a summer storm. at storywrite
    Outside the sky was grey again, and flashes of light leaped from cloud to cloud. It was eerily beautiful, and the rolling thunder calmed my confused mind. What happened? The qu
  • Bad Karma at storywrite
    I think I’m a bad person. It’s not that I’ve actually done something wrong, it’s just the things I think about. One week I walked around with the urge to push a little kid down

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  • on From The Dark Tower by Countee Cullen, on March 3, 2006
    a brilliant poem about african-american oppression. cullen is saying that the african-american will not always stay quiet under oppression, they will not always. "And there are buds that cannot bloom at all in light" so they wait, until the day they cannot wait anymore.

  • on Dying (I heard a fly buzz when I died) by Emily Dickinson, on March 3, 2006

    oh, the irony of death.

    The narrator of this poem is dead, obviously. He/she is awaiting "for that lost onset when the king be witnessed in his power". In other words he/she is awaiting the grand finale, the entrance of God, trumpets, fanfare, etc. But what enters? A blue bottle fly, that lays maggots in her/his body. Talk about irony. I love it.