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"Home Syndrome"A Poem by Sir_AnonymousSomething from the vault (old journal), so to speak. This is loosely based on my life but it's mostly just me writing from someone else's perspective .. |
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SeekingA Poem by Laura KateDon’t worry,maybe something will happen tomorrow. -Me, to myself, as I switch out the light. |
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The High PriestessA Poem by Laura KateStrings of wind play with her hair A bright new path maintains her stare Sharp stones scratch beneath bare feet True destiny is hers to greet. F.. |
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Empty BathsA Poem by Laura KateI cried for you so muchthat I drained myself dry. no energy left to close the plug I watch the remnants of myself disappear do.. |
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Sheep in the Lion's DenA Poem by Meghan ReneeI can still see his fingerprints They litter my body like a brandAs if I am a bruised jersey in an old western I am someone else'sTo be sold, to be bo.. |
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Bedtimes are not always safe places.....A Poem by OnlymeIn bed in the dark,under the coverstucked up tightlyhiding with your headactually beneath theblankets.Laying still breathingas quietly as you mostposs.. |
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Stabbed in the BackA Poem by kayFoundation and Ice covers the marksso people don't question the scarsif they ask "Is everything all right"You smile and put on a fake disguiseEvery ni.. |
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Yours TrulyA Poem by Laura KateExpectations.They don’t exist.Everything is an illusion.Untie yourselffrom the stringsbinding you tightly to no-thing.Remove yourselffrom .. |
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Her house isn’t her homeA Poem by ChelsI found a first sentence generator to help inspire a piece. The title, "The house wasn't the same to her anymore," was the sentence that I received fr.. |
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You Were A MistakeA Poem by Raven StarhawkHurting is the only thing he knows His lips can speak of nothing else Red blades of grass bend in the wind That echoes the cries of t.. |
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Bound To HellA Story by Raven StarhawkSteel cuffs bind wrists and ankles as swollen flesh ripple around their rusted teeth. Blindfolded and gagged, sunlight is known only by the warmth.. |
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Pixie Dust is Just CrackA Story by Nina RoseThis is a short story written for my English class. Please give me any feed back this is my first cut. |
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You Poisoned MeA Poem by Mary E. GreenYou never know what goes on behind closed doors |
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MadnessA Poem by Mary E. GreenDon’t close your eyes to a situation you could be a saving grace for... |
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FlashbacksA Poem by Mary E. GreenMy daily battle now.... |
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being honestA Poem by BellaSo, I don't usually want to add descriptions, but I wrote this July last year. Not some of my favourite work, but relevant and decent enough for me to.. |
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491 Mitscher st.A Poem by that_awkward_hoI recollect on my old home and the things that happened there. |
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alcoholA Poem by that_awkward_hoI recollect on how my mother went from loving mother to a lover of alcohol. |
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Reep What You Sow.. Karma..A Poem by OnlymeThe hands and feet that hurt others.The words, they injure with suchprecision and spite.The venom they spit out.Direct at us. With such hatedand nasti.. |
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