Talia Devora

Joined April 2020

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Poetess, entrepreneur, visual artist, DIY lover, recreation and leisure enthusiast, history buff, and a foreign language addict!

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Rosehips
Light like scarlet red pointy like ruby starfruit sleeping in the nettle towers. Spicy and sour soaked in burning water
By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets
Questions and Answers
As I kept analyzing each problem I faced over the years, I began my search for the right answers. The questions I asked myself
By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets
Boxing Gloves
When I put those big, fat gloves on my baby hands, I'll scream, kick, punch, strike and fight for my pride. It will
By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets
Mentally 14
Youthfulness is an artifact I'll preserve for my entire life. I'm physically 24 but I'm mentally 14 and not ashamed of it!
By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets
Phoebe's Torment
Phoebe couldn't stop thinking about the sword It was just so sharp and possessed But she could never forget the cord
By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets
Squishy As A Pillow
I was so chubby that I became squishy as a pillow. Someone could sleep on me and use my stomach as a jumbo pillow.
By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets
Money Eater
I was hungry for fat stacks of paper bills, coins and coupons. Shopping was medicine that kept me sane and protected from alienation.
By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets
My Mind Is A Bully
Like a little child it won't stop blabbering. It wears me out like ripped shirts and jeans. It's the inner villain
By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets
I Invite You To....
I invite you to create with me. I'm a natural-born painter and decorator. I invite you to chit-chat with me. I'm hungry for knowledge
By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets
The Holiday of Dedication
The people of the Tanakh light the metal statue called the tall silver Menorah. We snack on salty munchers flat like flapjacks
By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets
Yellow Forest
I take a stroll listen to the soft flute music and singing blonde birds in their nests. I enter the sunny pineapple yellow orchard.
By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets
Peek-a-Boo
Where are you? Under my cerulean fleece pillows? under the denim sofa? under the silver nightstand? or behind the flat-screen television?
By Talia Devora4 years ago in Poets

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Rosehips

Questions and Answers

Boxing Gloves

Mentally 14

Phoebe's Torment

Squishy As A Pillow

Money Eater

My Mind Is A Bully

I Invite You To....

The Holiday of Dedication

Yellow Forest

Peek-a-Boo

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