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Dead in the DenA Poem by JazmenAngling for penetration. The drum’s vibrating the walls And the primordial war horn it wails. Satyricon whispers from the misty.. |
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Exhibit MurderA Poem by LuNaR-CSchool has often been the one place I wrote best. This is no exception. Interpret this how you will, but the title somewhat speaks for itself |
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DespairA Poem by Derek CummingsThe room is so lively, yet appears so bleakand sounds of laughter and joy go unnoticed,a smile proves challenging and unfocusedon the count of gloom k.. |
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Let it flowA Poem by Derek CummingsI've learned misery will naturally come and go,unless one clings to the root of the misery.Then it will stay until the person lets go. |
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Summer HappinessA Story by Linda FernandesDescribing my childhood summers to my nieces and nephews. |
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Art (The Evie Story)A Story by T. LoganSo... I got bored. So here's a short story! |
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Chapter Ten: Blank SlateA Chapter by Ivy NavillusI sit quietly on the metal folding chair in the corner of the waiting room- trying my hardest to seem comfortably removed, and not hopelessly wanting .. |
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IkebanaA Poem by zainulIkebana,Japanese art of flower arrangement binds heaven,earth and mankind together with the charm of beauty. |
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Beautiful DevastationA Poem by Emily Dickinson Jr.A horribly tragic poem about a violent carcrash riping apart a beautiful love. The despicable irony is that the love is what causes the crash. |
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ExileA Poem by Derek CummingsI've stayed here and stayed for awhile,around the same place,same people yet felt far as a milesent into exclusion, haunted by slursmy best weapon is .. |
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The Infinite WayA Poem by Derek CummingsGoodbye cities, goodbye society, goodbye roads...I'm flying to...the moon, stars, oz, who knowsBut be assured it's a place without an end,where a road.. |
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Artistic BreastsA Poem by tmpebblesA poem about an artist painting a picture of a woman, focusing on her breasts |
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My Foreign BallerinaA Poem by Delaney HammondDon't you say a word my loveI know you'd rather danceLet my fingers guide the way tonightAnd seduce that foreign tranceGo slip into your satin gownAnd.. |
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I See, They SeeA Poem by Zainab UFA matter of differing perspectives.... |
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Beach Walking LadyA Story by TheWindThe mysterious lady and the artist share a lonely beach all summer. |
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