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My Purple MelodyA Story by ElizabethAmBurnsLove, inspiration and passion |
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It Won't MatterA Poem by Jae LandisMy feelings towards where I'm going and the pressure to be certain in what I want to do, for college and a career, and in life. |
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Where Is MyA Poem by Healing StarI woke up with this Rhythm wanting to get Out. |
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I Love You is What I GotA Poem by rdawg15What kind of girl you wantOne with style, one with classOne who won't pass by youJust please, please get a grip'Cause right now you're on another ego .. |
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SurviveA Poem by rdawg15You and I both knowNot everyone can live up toTheir expectationsToo high, too highCan't do it anymoreWe all can tryTo be everyone's everythingBut be s.. |
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I am for peaceA Poem by arminI am one with God |
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Bickering BrookesA Poem by AnnaFather was wrong about the bickering brooks,for I have heard them dash through fairy nooks,there are such odd lies in lovely books.Lullabies swam in w.. |
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SoundlessA Poem by AnnaLove is the toxic liquid beatinside your fragile chesta pounding bloody heartpumping poison in your veins.Take me to the silencewhere the air is sound.. |
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AdvancementA Poem by Glenn Scottat last years convention,it wasconcluded that onemight not be enough.upgrading was naturalwhy not.It was clean and chromewhere was the clicking?The ge.. |
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Fell to Water - Intro and Chapter One - The Levy B..A Story by Donald MacGregor BugdenAudio Excerpt: https://soundcloud.com/francismacgregor/fell-to-water-intro-chapter-one-the-levy-breaks |
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S L I PA Poem by Ms. TwitchInspired by the moves of love. |
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Beat Poetry or stream of consciousnessA Poem by RodBeat Poetry is mostly what I do, I write not because I want to but because I need it to express myself |
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NYC PoetryA Poem by Rodchaos turning into poetry in the big apple |
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a look in the mirrorA Poem by Rodinsane hours, description of images drowned in alcohol, self evaluation. |
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The delicate use of nowA Poem by RodPoetry about the frailty of this very existence. |
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Words and PoetryA Poem by RodAnother look into my bare soul |
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Rooted BeatsA Poem by AlanaLJayGrowing up stained by blood Learning to feel the beat of drums echoing through my veins I feel your rhythm pumping from my heart Moving i.. |
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Her Name Means More Than it ShouldA Poem by The CrowA short poem. |
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