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The reason

The reason

A Poem by Jennifer


You have a reason why you're living and a mission to complete.
'Want to, but Can't do"

'Want to, but Can't do"

A Poem by Jennifer


There's no point running, hiding, we need to be able to face our own problems, and fears to grow up and become a better person
Promise of love

Promise of love

A Poem by Murtaza Kanue


This is a poem that asks questions to a lover who yearns for her splendour.
A new life

A new life

A Story by Zainab Rangwala


Realize before its too late
Broken Home

Broken Home

A Poem by Jerry Patrick Ryan


A broken home makes lives shatter bringing up the thought do I matter is there a point to my life or do I just suffer and say screw it all a not have..
What If

What If

A Poem by Katie


It’s so hard to obtain the thought of life of ones exsistance. What is it?
My Love

My Love

A Poem by zas857486


Feelings of a lover when he See's his love for the first time.
That day after months...

That day after months...

A Poem by Vv


The noisy noon and, his noisy mind turned calm., when his eyes fell on her.. He ran towards her with a smile, Craving herself to hold., her aroun..
Dealers without feelers

Dealers without feelers

A Poem by Jerry Patrick Ryan


The light of the world has become slightly less brightconstantly dulling while all the rest fightthere's more evil than good which is the new rightso ..
I miss you but I'm happy

I miss you but I'm happy

A Poem by Jerry Patrick Ryan


The water dripping from the faucetdriving me crazy and making me offsetclinking as it hits the drainthinking as I sit in paineven though losing you ma..
Putting it down to move forward

Putting it down to move forward

A Poem by Jerry Patrick Ryan


Not to strong just something I need to get off my chest and mind, maybe in pieces here and there but I know it was all just an experience.
little something

little something

A Poem by Jerry Patrick Ryan


The wind blows a whispering howl as the chill sets inas I feel the cold air as I breath my chest inknowing soon I'll be restingmade me feel at peace, ..
Forgotten

Forgotten

A Poem by Murtaza Kanue


I always wonder why the ink is white When I try to write About myself. In middle of a dark and cold night, Here I am Trying to figure out ..