Tags : scars

Universal Judgment

Universal Judgment

A Poem by JenLyn


Not meant to offend, just how I feel when I'm turned down for a job etc. because of my scars and tattoos, people are just so judgmental. I loathe it, ..
Flaws of Women

Flaws of Women

A Poem by Annette Jay Sweeney


If I was an artist, I would show you women as they are. No re-touching, no ignoring “God’s mistakes”, no exagge..
Pain

Pain

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Tormented lies, and pain filled eyes, hatred scorned, and all who mourned, suffers with an empty abyss, with no hope nor bliss.
Do you really love me?

Do you really love me?

A Poem by Snickers


This is something I have felt for the longest time. I was finally able to vent it out.
Christmas Slaughter

Christmas Slaughter

A Poem by SilentSKY


Hehe ^_^ I had lots of fun writing this..... >:D
shelf life

shelf life

A Poem by Nobody.


shelf life eventually, everything has scars antique baseball bat in a secondhand store once used by a mob henchman to crack skulls a bi..
Reflecting Crimson Red

Reflecting Crimson Red

A Poem by BeccaBelieved-


Theres a girl in the mirror and she's staring back at me...
Mine tiny line

Mine tiny line

A Poem by Pale Rose


Mine tiny line, Has a shine,And straight align. Mine tiny line, As red as wine: A salient sign. Mine tiny line,Will entwineLike a vin..
Flawless Stream of Whispers

Flawless Stream of Whispers

A Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..


Your flawless stream of whispers is now shedding tears...........
Treading Into Someone Else's Sunset (All I Want is To Let Go of Yesterday)

Treading Into Someone Else's Sunset (All I Want is..

A Poem by Sweet & Tender Hooligan


"Life is like a cigarette, smoke it to the butt." - Harvie Krumpet. Inspired by Mary and Max, Harvie Krumpet, Felt, old photos and old paintings. Li..
Monarch Twinkle

Monarch Twinkle

A Chapter by WinterPerish


Monarch twinkle, monarch scars, journal razors, journal stars. ~ The blood falling isn't a sin, the ink does inspire. But doesn't describe the ..
Make Me New

Make Me New

A Poem by Carolyn Falls


I hand you a brushand offer you tubes of paint and a palette.I lay down on the cold white sheets that will serve as a canvasI need your forgiveness.I ..

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