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With these tearsA Poem by Steph CruzMy darling,I know what it is to cry from the soul.To heave forth the broken bits of yesterdayLeft behindFor someone brave to pick it upIn despair for .. |
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The Art of HeartbreakA Poem by Steph CruzYoung girl with a broken heartTears were her companyShe tried telling herselfEverything will be alright in the endThe answers are in a blurHer make-be.. |
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My Last Night With YouA Chapter by Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)A Song |
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Song for Dearly Beloved KingA Poem by Kenneth Stephen Goodpaste..To what purpose have you need of me,Oh my dearly beloved eternal king?Oh, to pour into your a cup hot tea,And your glory and power, me sing?Dearly bel.. |
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NeverA Poem by CriticalxxAngelStop telling me what to do,Stop judging every thing I sayQuit pretending to be my friendQuit making me feel dead,What did you gain?From my painFrom my.. |
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DeathA Poem by vxpopuliA handful of dustA crade of ashesTo remain in this realmTo live by our passionWhen one is to fallWe beckon to crawlThe horror of menThe inception of o.. |
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In The DarknessA Poem by Poetic-pRiNcEsSI am mysified by the reality i find myself in. Was it not exuberant passion i gavethee? A love so luxuriant and my heart on a silver platter? Did m.. |
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Miracles infused with Misery 0.1A Poem by Lupus Kaosmy mind is all messed up |
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LoveA Poem by John HolmesAfter my break up I couldn't sleep, I got up and wrote this. Never been edited. |
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Kill The NoiseA Poem by Empty RoadsThe curtains are closedAnd the lights are offThe house is silentBut my mind isn'tIf I could just turn down the volumeOr press a mute buttonI'd be fine.. |
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MiserabileA Poem by MorsiLife can be miserable at times. But that's life. We can choose to be happy though and that's life too! |
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Just a CrushA Story by taamiA letter to the one I love. Stuck in a messy love triangle of him and his fiance. it's everything I don't have the guts to say to him but wish I could.. |
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Past PhantomA Story by OniAn alcoholic carpenter and his daughter reminiscent on their late wife and mother on Christmas Day. |
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By Living, I'm Killing MyselfA Poem by Steph CruzMy past has just learnedto crawl undermy outermost layerof skin.I scratch. I want to turn inside out,so I can pick outthe shouldn’t havesthe mis.. |
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