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'I'm Despondent... But I Search For Nothing Different'

'I'm Despondent... But I Search For Nothing Differ..

A Poem by Hello, Goodbye


..even if I die every single day from a deep depression, it's my own self that invites this gloom to consume..
A City Of No Consequence Beset in Roses

A City Of No Consequence Beset in Roses

A Poem by Aries


This poem has gone a bit more personal than a lot of my others, while I feel it has the same general voice. I wanted to describe my take on purpose i..
Despondent Dystrophy

Despondent Dystrophy

A Poem by Hello, Goodbye


..one moment of loosing control, but only as an imagine form..
Lost City

Lost City

A Poem by Silver-Ink


Looking for meaning within your self is futile. There is none. “…no existence can be validly fulfilled if it is limited to itself.”..
Don't Sit Under

Don't Sit Under

A Poem by The Rainmaker


With anyone else but me.
Delicate Things

Delicate Things

A Poem by LPH


The tale of a single flower...
Futility is an exercise in patience

Futility is an exercise in patience

A Poem by Yan Zhang


A poem about living in the "bad" part of town.
A Foreseen Tragedy

A Foreseen Tragedy

A Poem by COLLYMORE


There's nothing more frustrating than being in a relationship with someone who hasn't the foggiest notion of what a proper relationship entails!
Thunder

Thunder

A Poem by Chiv Hind


Was reading Parade's End, and got me thinking about the first world war and the lives destroyed of those that fought. A few lines came to mind so I sa..
Back Door Man * Chapter XV * Dennis

Back Door Man * Chapter XV * Dennis

A Story by tremainiator


A memoir of the years 1944 - 2008. This is the final chapter of my years on the North Island, the story of an aborted, futile, intense love for anoth..
Leaves

Leaves

A Poem by Vian


You know that feeling, when you're walking down the side walk one Autumn day...
Dead from the Head Up

Dead from the Head Up

A Poem by groisht


Dead. I...am... Dead. from the head up I am...DEAD. D ecapitated,Dead: from the head on up Dead. Dead. Dead? DEAD. Dea..
The 12 Thousand Infinite Steps to Becoming an Eternal Writer

The 12 Thousand Infinite Steps to Becoming an Eter..

A Poem by groisht


Do you have hands? Do you have a mind? DO YOU LIKE TO WRITE WORDS?!?!?!? Read 'The 12 thousand infinite steps to becoming an eter..
Dazed

Dazed

A Poem by groisht


Monday says 'no,' Tuesday says 'definitely not' Wednesday says 'maybe, just maybe' Thursday says 'hold your horses' Friday says 'f..

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