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PrologueA Chapter by Alex 💙"I can't do it, it's too hard," Nala said as she stood in her room staring at a music box that sat on her vanity. "C'mon Nala, you can do it, you have.. |
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Te'sabaA Poem by Murtaza KanueThe mysterious death of my grandpa (Haji Ghulam Ahmed Kanue) left my every family member in shock. We miss you alot Te'saba. *Kanue means anythin.. |
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Don’t Forget MeA Poem by IridescentThis piece depicts the irony of the meaning of the myosotis flower. |
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Angel of darknessA Poem by NeurEverybody have different opinions based on their past experiences so, find it out yourself. |
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AlwaysA Poem by JessalynnToday mark four years since I lost one of the best men I've ever known. I still love him and don't think I'll ever stop. Writing about him brings me s.. |
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WaitingA Story by CWaltz“... We managed to drop 30,000 feet in a matter of minutes, but it felt like a lifetime. Then blackness...” |
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Always on My MindA Story by Aryan JInspired by one of my favorite songs. |
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To my friend in heavenA Poem by Dajanay MonroeA few months back I lost a best friend, a sister, a true friend to a car accident. She was 19 years old. This is for her. |
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Dim Street LIghtsA Poem by TheEvilSoulThis poem is about a woman who lost her love to death years ago. She finally gathered the courage to go to the place she met him for the very first ti.. |
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hopelessly eternalA Poem by lexiehopelessly eternal brings light to a dark subject that is ultimately all our fates. |
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Death WalkingA Poem by kimpetersen13kpA Death Poem |
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Grieving City (Cloudy sky)A Poem by Amanda Moubarakmy beautiful bride what have they done oh what's our pride will do us now they've let you die a hundred times we hope to find survivor live.. |
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AutopsyA Poem by Audra BurwellPale blue spores of rot stare at youFrom the broken and bloody tips ofMy fingernails, white mildew kissingThe translucent shells of my eyelidsGummed a.. |
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Blood of CreationA Poem by Audra BurwellYou can bind me with barbed wire.You can cleave my flesh to the bone.You can brand me with your sigil,But I will never be yours.My flesh does not defi.. |
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GraveyardA Poem by Audra BurwellMaggots lace the soil,Their pulsing white bodies,Wriggling on the ground,In agony or ecstasy,No one can tell.They came to claim the dead,Corpses wrapp.. |
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Through the Looking GlassA Poem by Audra Burwell |
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