Karen LaRue

Joined January 2022

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I am Karen LaRue (She/Her) a North Carolina writer of poetry and witchy things of most sorts. I belive life is full of wonder and we don't always stop to see it. Taking the time to look and listen makes life worth living!

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Jesus Wasn't Nice
They told me to be nice But Jesus wasn’t nice Jesus was the guy with the whip Cleaning out the temple The guy who told the people in power
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Poets
The Humble Star
I see that star at the top of that tree And I know that it stands for hope In the middle of a strange place The long journey of faith
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Poets
Cleaning Out The Closet
It is time to clean out my closet The hidden place Where I have stored all the parts of my life That I didn't want to look at
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Poets
Hope
I’m gonna go with hope Cause that hopey changey thing Got us somewhere And times of darkness When evil prowls so freely
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Poets
The Weather
The weather Your only comfortable topic of conversation I was resentful But I didn't understand Beyond the narrow religious platitudes that rule your life
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Poets
Moon Mother
Moon Mother I come to you for wisdom And you gaze back into my eyes silently Moon Mother I come to you for healing And you gaze back into my eyes silently
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Poets
Adventures of Aphrodite I
Dark stormy nights were her favorites. There was no pressure to go out, no expectation of performance. It was just her and the minions, and she so loved torturing her minions.
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Filthy
Sword By The Door
I was the princess Stuck in the tower Waiting for someone to rescue me I got bored So I seduced the guard Knocked that mother-fucker out
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Poets
Seeds of Sadness
Seeds of sadness grow into joy But only when planted. I could horde these seeds Pile them Store them Count them Allow them to fill my heart
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Poets
He Picked Me
I've always known I could talk to them. That I could hear them, understand them. That they understood what I was saying, and sometimes thinking. There was this link.
By Karen LaRue2 years ago in Fiction

Karen LaRue

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Stories (82/0)

Jesus Wasn't Nice

The Humble Star

Cleaning Out The Closet

Hope

The Weather

Moon Mother

Adventures of Aphrodite I

Sword By The Door

Seeds of Sadness

He Picked Me

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Karen LaRue

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Jesus Wasn't Nice

The Humble Star

Cleaning Out The Closet

Hope

The Weather

Moon Mother

Adventures of Aphrodite I

Sword By The Door

Seeds of Sadness

He Picked Me

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