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Est. March 11, 2008
Willa St. John
I love the way wet ink dries when I write in my journal. If I have nothing to say, I push the pen to see the letters and words form and glisten on the page. Sometimes I get lucky and my hand takes me where my brain can not. I write because it feels good. When I let go of my insecurities, detach from my fear of mediocrity, and embrace my simplicity, I find I have a voice that is all my own. I sound like me.

Old Dog, Good Dog  [E]   0.7 KB
A poem for those who love their old dogs. (Revision III)

Live Like  [E]   0.3 KB
Work in progress... thoughts would be appreciated.

Don't Talk to Strangers? (Revision 1)  [E]   5.1 KB
I see you. You see me. We exist. The importance of connecting with those around us.

The Conch (Revision 1)  [13+]   2.3 KB
A short, mildly cynical piece I'm playing with contrasting faith with fact. (Sort of.)

Late Night Trip to a Dirty Dive  [E]   0.6 KB
I love diners, especially in the middle of the night.

Fear of Falling  [E]   2.2 KB
Song Lyrics with Audio Link: About the fear of getting involved yet again.

Tonight  [18+]   1.5 KB
Lyrics/Poem: Sometimes even the most independent woman need touch