Malia
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Apple treeA Poem by MaliaFingernails covered in dirt from the moss green tangles against the bark hold residue on his fingers Pulsing fingers touched by fire ignited in her .. |
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Hold me and throw me awayA Poem by MaliaLike a plastic bag Like a wasted napkin I float across the counter to be pushed around and never touched. Had my use for items inside me never be .. |
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The hopeful dreamersA Poem by MaliaWhen you wish up on a star Fairy dust so sweet and far A young child floating in the clouds With dreams of chance and hope Crumbled away at the wo.. |
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In a dreamA Poem by MaliaMaybe I'm stuck in this world forced to capture hope every chance I get. Maybe he never loved me, perhaps I'm just like the last two. Just a fill in .. |
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Realize, real eyes, real liesA Poem by MaliaI see the snakes slither on the ground in that old forest in your town. Leaving behind smooth edges of tracks. Those leaves rattle at two am, snakes.. |
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Dead man tells the talesA Poem by MaliaCould death equal a human? Is anyone actually living Or did we all just come here for the booze Nobody loves anyone I could die and not a soul wou.. |
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SickA Poem by MaliaSwollen heart inside Legs untouched from cold nights Aching back bending truth Fingers numb, hearing lies Empty stomach, cannot breath Eyes puffe.. |
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WasteA Poem by MaliaThat's the girl everyone is talking about The one that hugs her pillow when she has fallen asleep The one who wipes her own tears even though there'.. |
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Non descriptiveA Poem by MaliaWe all think we have time But time doesn't think about us it has us Time grasps us in pain so well Time is slow, a snake moving in the tropics Sl.. |
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To ventA Poem by MaliaCurrently emotionally unstable in this poem, I don't give a s**t if its not well written. |
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