Erin Clune Writings

some of my poetry can be found here. More can be found on my website - erinclune.weebly.com 

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Our relationship was a puzzle with a missing piece. I looked everywhere to find that piece, but you had it hidden in your pocket all along.

 - Erin Clune, “The Soil that Bore Fruit”

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I swear it was a blur in my sleep

A dream, a possibility

Happiness on it’s high, becomes a reality until new reality beats time

I remind myself that the wind blows away our lives.

Always wishing away time.

 - Erin Clune, “The Soil that Bore Fruit”

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I guess it is the nature of humans to choose to be blind.

I guess it is the nature of humans to choose to see.

We choose who we want to be.

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Cookie Cutter – is comfortable to me I smile from afar as everyone sighs a sigh of relief Knowing the known Each time I reach for this dream, I’m put to a stop He stops me from being cookie cutter Oh, what I would do to be cookie cutter

Erin Clune

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Oh, one day, the world will be free. But only when you return to find ruined peace and hear desperate screams. —the return

Erin Clune

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WHEN MORNING DAWNS When morning dawns, and we awake to a new era, Will we drown from a flood of bewilderment, from the realization of our wrongdoings? -Being on the wrong side of history

Erin Clune