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WHAT AM I?: Nephilim WHAT AM I?: Nephilim
A teen boy gets killed, but trades his soul for another chance. He changes. A girl notices the new boy with silver eyes.

Tags : Soil

Terrain

Terrain

A Poem by Alessander


reveries
Pick Up Sticks~

Pick Up Sticks~

A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKIT..


They planted a chestnut tree The lining of the womb came into bud inside the soil Cell clusters coaxed the dark roots to flourish Blood ribbons t..
My Shade Of Comfort

My Shade Of Comfort

A Poem by chloe cruz


Due for an assignment, but I really enjoyed writing this and like stepping out of my usual genre for this piece.
Spit it, Spirit

Spit it, Spirit

A Poem by Jazmen


welcome to the spiritual dimension of a heathen, To the soil I say hello And to the wind - and the dry frost swirling - I am weightless in sound ener..
Soil

Soil

A Poem by pihkal


I hold up in the darknessaway from public eyeand when they will discoverthe day after I diethis morbid soul has ceasedit rests now in decayno reason t..
Graveyard Dust

Graveyard Dust

A Poem by SheActsLikeSummer


A poem.
ONE DAY...

ONE DAY...

A Chapter by saunved


One day...when it all comes back...!
Appropriate Stimulation

Appropriate Stimulation

A Poem by Lythe


B*****d -- I endure you. We boiled over the feeling When we were fevered, Uncomfortable, And crawled to sleep. How many can you rea..
My body is fertile ground

My body is fertile ground

A Poem by MiriamMB


it helps to think of my body as a warm fertile place where lots of greenery thrive.
Blood Disease

Blood Disease

A Poem by Vria P Crow


Why must I be so sensitive?
Seed

Seed

A Poem by John Holmes


we can all Love.
Untitled II

Untitled II

A Poem by Friday


Awakeinthehouseofsleep;AsIwalkOnshiveringdarkclouds,RepellentLiketheNorthPoleFortheSouth.TheworldturnsRegardlessAsIyawnAnewnightAndthebirdsinthewindow..
Transcendental

Transcendental

A Poem by Friday


Short celebration poem.
Overt

Overt

A Poem by Damian Vincent Henry


Between us and heaven and hell there is only life, which is the frailest thing in the world.
To honour and dishonour

To honour and dishonour

A Poem by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


I think that you can honour the sacrifices of a common soldier without glorifying war. Geraldine Brooks

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