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See MeA Poem by AlliWhen you wake up hurting, but for whatever reason- fear, shame, the weight of it all- you can't share the pain, so you hope someone sees through your .. |
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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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I Watched HerA Poem by SweetWriter88For the last few months, I’ve watched her expression lose a little light each day.I watched her sigh increasingly more as her boyfriend slowly s.. |
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RacismA Poem by GoldyWhat is racism today in the U.S.? This is what it feels like to me. Is this poetry? It doesn't matter--just needed to get it out. |
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HardshipA Poem by LavSo what,I am in painful right now,I'm hurting,I'm crazy, So crazy because of you,I wanna shout,I wanna cry, But I can't.I'm tired already. But keep on.. |
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Even Flowers WitherA Poem by Nisha M.I wrote this when I was feeling extremely vulnerable. Writing helps. Writing always helps - even if no one does. Always remember that. |
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Blue RosesA Poem by Leah Willough(Updated) |
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Paper HousesA Poem by Alexandra Wpoem |
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Dying InsideA Poem by Jane JinhTo anyone who's pretending to be strong |
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So SickA Poem by CorrespondenceTired of the daily toil..? |
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An Early Morning SomethingA Poem by Sean J. DezseAn early morning cigaretteBurning the throatAnd killing theHeartFalling to the rising sunCrushedButs littered across the blacktopAsh beneath the feetO.. |
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ANCHOREDA Poem by Lostall I want to do is sleepbut I keep dreamingof being awakeand I don’t see a pointin trying to drift awaybobbing in a seaof unconscious pleasantn.. |
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BEDROOM HOSPICEA Poem by Lostblankets and sheetsa straight jacket of comforttying my body downto the two mattressesstacked on top of each otherthat I sleep on at nightbound to my .. |
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DEAD OR ALIVEA Poem by LostDecomposing. My body is alive. My body isdecomposing. Alive is just the first stage ofdecomposing. Consciousness is an unfortunate part of it.I wish I.. |
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EMPTYA Poem by LostYou slept with a corpse last nightBut it's okay; you didn't knowI'm so good at pretendingYou never noticedBut I've been dead all alongAnd I never felt.. |
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Hole In My ChestA Poem by Bohrium GuyWhen age has become a sentence and no one will understand the prison it holds. |
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