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A LetterA Poem by hildaarletteA Letter to my Captor: It started long before I was even born. You prayed on me how wolves hunt sheep. The only difference is at least the sheep.. |
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RainA Poem by hildaarletteIt’s been raining for so long I have forgotten what the sun feels like on my skin.I like to imagine;It feels kind and light-hearted.It warms you.. |
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Her name is PainA Poem by hildaarletteThere is no warning beforehand.She makes no introduction for herself as she walks into the room. She has no face yet her expression is loom.She fills .. |
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SelfishA Poem by hildaarlette“Stay. Think about how I would feel.”“It is selfish to leave.”They all say.What about the pain I have to endure?What about how.. |
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SleepingA Poem by hildaarletteEvery night I sleep with the man that decided to take my innocents.Every morning I turn to kiss the man who abandoned me.It is a constant cycle that b.. |
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ScarsA Poem by Bryn_BlossomTrigger Warning: self-harm |
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InsecureA Poem by Bryn_BlossomI wrote this when I had struggled with confidence |
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Self-ConsciousA Poem by Bryn_BlossomA poem about being self-conscious |
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Come backA Poem by hildaarletteEveryone has been through their own traumatic events. It is up to you to move on from them.It is not a light decision nor an easy thing to accomplish... |
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UntitledA Poem by hildaarletteYou spend hours building your home.Layering brick by brick.Watering and cutting the grass.Painting each wall.Filling your space with things that make .. |
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DepressionA Poem by Bryn_BlossomA poem about depression |
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The Story of That NightA Poem by Bryn_BlossomTrigger Warning: mental illnesses; doesn't mention any self-harm or suicide but can be assumed A poem I wrote about an old friend of mine, I am okay |
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Untitled 2A Poem by hildaarletteI stand in the middle and do nothing as the flames disintegrate where the picture once sat. The ceiling begins to crumble in. Orange and yellow over.. |
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The Bottom Glass of LonelinessA Poem by Audra BurwellThe familiar sting cuts my tongue to the core,Nerves tingling in anticipation,As vapors run over the bruised skin,A breath of white smoke, undulating .. |
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Hard TruthA Poem by utheverseI wrote this this while reflecting on some insecurities i’ve struggled with since i was a child. It’s nothing spectacular but just somethi.. |
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QuestionsA Poem by Lorelei1969The clue is in the title..."questions"... |
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