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Knives and gunsA Poem by TylerThe feeling of having your back against the wall. The thought of being under attack. The emotions of being lost in psychosis. The after math of death .. |
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Blue EyesA Poem by jcA silly, lovely descriptive writing of how his eyes make me feel; how he makes me feel. Enjoy. |
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untitled iiA Poem by Amrit Evan Guptaa fleeting moment sweeping over the shore |
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Bad BunnyA Story by DeadaisycatA young Rae'vie girl goes out and has some nice playtime with a brand new friend |
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Dying In The SunA Poem by LovecraftA random thought... |
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Reapers of ThornsA Poem by Michael Iam BoneThis piece symbolizes the cycle of systemic oppression though a love poem. |
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In Exuberance Of Self-DefeatA Poem by Stacy PurvisI see you as a tiny, flowering plant in a garden. You’re surrounded by much larger plants but you are still small. You have access to the .. |
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Where Have I Gone?A Poem by EcstaticEuphoriaThat moment you realize you don't recognise the reflection in the mirror |
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"A Mound Visit"A Story by TommyGOn Hallow's Eve, a professional baseball player seeks the comforts of the ballpark in which he is to perform the following night. |
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MetanoiaA Poem by CaedisA journey must be done in one’s life A journey of fear and adventure To change your heart or way of life .. |
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Carpe DiemA Poem by CaedisFlung against the universeSwept into its wondersSwimming through the living starsA bunch of rebel thunders. |
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(My Biggest Mistakes)A Chapter by William Listona lesson I've learned |
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The biggest mistake of my lifeA Poem by Krystof KlestilThe mistakes we make and regret never seem to go, do they? |
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One question for allA Poem by Caballeros18Based on the people I encountered in Beirut during a research project on Syrian refugees. The country was without a President and ISIS was advancing i.. |
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and because of thisA Poem by Shya free verse thing about being overwhelmed with existence written in the third person because i want to detach myself from this |
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Call Me HomeA Story by Britt WorthI told myself that it would get better; that he loved me; that the good outweighed the bad inside of him. Going up to his door, I prayed that today .. |
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Murderous StareA Story by Hanna ArensteinJust a quick little thing I thought up where a bad guy can't give up a good girl |
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Doubtful FutureA Poem by martijn VCountless lives determined ahead,By guidance none their own.Their dreams remain with the dead,Buried under a forgotten stone.Until they are able to ch.. |
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