a (cat) poem

(oh nothing just my weird poetry) Corissa HauryRidiculous, curious, most likely delirious. I love a great story, whether it comes in the form of words or visual stimuli. I believe everyone has a story to tell, and I love to share mine. Please feel free to read along, comment, share your own stories, or send me a message via the contact page. Thanks for your time reading my words. http://writing.corissahaury.com

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watch the downpour coming onward

~ corissa e. p., may eighth, twenty-thirteen a.d. dedicated to l. percer, because she loves new england.   watch the downpour coming onward trudging forward, never fading watch the droplets turn to streams that join to rivers, glass windows skating   watch through windows, people run ever fleeing as thunder breaks see the lightning, bright as sun hear the roaring crash it makes   grey is the world outside, and fresh the downpour fades, now drizzled drops the smell of rain on window’s latch the scent of earthen birth and crops-   earth smells as if her wake were nigh though […]

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water water heart of slaughter //

water, water, heart of slaughter / fall in love with Satan’s daughter / fall in laughter, fall in pain / now we fall, we fall again. Corissa HauryRidiculous, curious, most likely delirious. I love a great story, whether it comes in the form of words or visual stimuli. I believe everyone has a story to tell, and I love to share mine. Please feel free to read along, comment, share your own stories, or send me a message via the contact page. Thanks for your time reading my words. http://writing.corissahaury.com

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The Hangman

I’ve been writing a bit today, and in some of my research for a character, I found some interesting works, including this by Maurice Ogden. It’s an excellent piece, and I think all too often we miss these days what Ogden was pointing out we missed in the old days… We never look close enough at what’s going on around us or do enough to change the world. So with that in mind, enjoy this interesting poem. Incidentally, my Hanged Man in my novel is only slightly related. I do like the poem, though. Hangman  by Maurice Ogden 1. Into our town the […]

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Sea Woman

By Corissa Haury She combs her hair on craggy rocks, And climbs the cliffs, now bare of feet, The wind plays in her shining locks, Tides crash on shores, her soul to meet; Her heart sings now the ocean’s song, Its anthem churning, burning deep, Inside her heart where it belongs, The heart the ocean now shall keep; And who shall tame the wind blown hair Of a woman of the sea? She who wanders, shore to shore, Shall never claimed be. She who wanders with the tides, And walks among the sands. She who cries unto the gulls And […]

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To The Sea

By Corissa Haury to the sea to the sea to the sea, i turn the waves shall endless churn, and i shall forever burn as my soul engraves itself upon the earth, as my heart splits itself in twain to fit the conflict of maturity twisting inside itself, cracking at its very head in order to contain all the thought and heart of a child, yet all the struggle and pain of someone grown beyond that pure and comfortable home within the bosom of Naiveté. Corissa HauryRidiculous, curious, most likely delirious. I love a great story, whether it comes in […]

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