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Old MeA Poem by AjlaI prayedIt gave me hopeI sangIt gave me lifeI wroteIt gave me voiceI spokeIt gave me honestyI studiedIt gave me fateI sleptIt gave me ideasI miss that.. |
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TatteredA Poem by Gaia OctaviaWoven with sharp hollow bone by soft, supple hands With woolen eyes carefully placing each stitch What was once durable now lies threadbare.. |
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defense mechanismsA Poem by YahalloEveryone defends themselves in a different way. Keeping truth... |
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The Smelly PrincessA Story by PhilWriteShe was known by those who thought they knew her as smelly. |
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Rest in peaceA Poem by LanaA pale blue sky was painted with a bright yellow light and birds flying highIt was a beautiful day with a summer breeze that made you feel highThere w.. |
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GoodnightA Poem by LanaAlthough I've never really been your friendAnd although you probably forgot my nameI cry for you because I saw you as a manWho only had flowers in his.. |
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imaginaryA Poem by YahalloDon't we all get a small silly crush on someone we don't even know? ...no? |
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My JournalA Book by LimitalityMostly just everyday babble |
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a tough manA Poem by YahalloDo we have to appear, act, strong and fearless? |
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NightmareA Poem by NebulaPrisoner of the mirror I see my nightmare You are the mother of my children You f**k my husband You took my life You stole my future locked in this g.. |
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LETTING GOA Poem by setteWHEN I MET YOU,I KNOW IT WILL BE DIFFERENT.FATE HAD PLAYED A CRUEL JOKE,TO WHICH I CANNOT COMPLAIN.THE DEEPER THE RELATIONSHIP WENT,THE PAIN BECOMES U.. |
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PassionateA Poem by Final-KarmaSweet love of my life. You will always be in my heart. |
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unrequitedA Poem by YahalloSomeone can mean everything to us. They're the colours and painters of our lives. Doesn't mean we mean the same to them... |
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A Lobster-Like FaithA Poem by Melinda McQueenA Lobster-Like Faith Cradled in its shell, It’s full of self. It feels protected in its safety, In the midst of the s.. |
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SundayA Poem by AnnaDoes Sunday lose its meaning when the endless summer ends?The day that only holds importance when the sun has gone away;it erodes the feeling of dayli.. |
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Evicting the B***h UpstairsA Story by ChristinaLyonMemoirs of a nasty inner voice, and my last-ditch effort to kill it. |
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