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To whom it concerns, This poem is quite real not some mutated ideal. To whom it concerns, I get up like everybody else. I don't just lie in bed a..

A heart wounders around in darkness. Is it cause of luciousness that, Draws the heart? No only pure power. Then that same heart wounders into, Th..

All around the table they sit. Talking and chattering as if nothing wrong. The perfect family of four. No one ever does anything wrong. Everyone i..

About a friendship that goes into ruins.

My lips are sealed for hurt. Your lips are open to shout. My lips are sealed for winter. Your lips are opened for summer. My lips are clos..

Once again I can't make a description this is something/ idea that came to me.

I can't really give you that it is just something I wanted to create.

This is just a bunch of questions on why we do this and why we do that...And it all starts with why do we use the word I.

A story that popped into my head.

...This poem is mainly about the pain we feel day by day and how we deal with it.