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on my twentieth birthday

on my twentieth birthday

A Poem by gabiaimee


on my twentieth birthday
Disembodied

Disembodied

A Poem by Michaela3396


I feel locked inside my head, With a chain around my neck That keeps the air to spread Inside my tortured lungs. I feel the water..
Gaze

Gaze

A Poem by Lucia


Inspired by Nietzsche's quote "Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough ..
To the Boy Who Made Me Afraid of Love

To the Boy Who Made Me Afraid of Love

A Chapter by Deborah Dhue


To the boy who made me afraid of Love, I definitely don't hate you: we're still friends. But I know that a lot of my self-destructive habits eru..
Dissatisfaction

Dissatisfaction

A Poem by E.A. Spain


Dark Monologue
"Me Too."

"Me Too."

A Poem by S. Lynn


It started off as sweet honeyed words that you poured into my ears as you held my hand to calm my fears. You said you liked how blue my eyes were ..
UNTITLED (4)

UNTITLED (4)

A Poem by DarkStar


I do not know the answer,To the question that you ask.Or how to begin explaining,A concept you cannot grasp.
Journey

Journey

A Poem by Brett Pritchard


Life is a journey we all have to travel, be wary the bumps on the road lest your soul unravel...
The reflected man

The reflected man

A Poem by WolfOfTheWind


Some s**t I freestyle wrote about self reflection
The Seaside

The Seaside

A Poem by Patrick Schultz


A boy has a conversation with the sea about love
Reflection

Reflection

A Poem by Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)


For my muse
To Live

To Live

A Poem by Lainey


The future A glimmer of hope or a looming foreboding can weave into a web of uncertainty Glimpses of the future may happen to some, but none may t..
A New Start

A New Start

A Poem by Hayden Chambers


Midnight. Staring at Orion The night sky beyond the window Elbows resting on the sill Breath caught in the stillness Thinking about r..
Reflect

Reflect

A Poem by Andrea


How comfortable would it have beenTo have never met you?Had I known I was going to meet the spitting image of myselfI would have never looked in a mir..