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Carnival of My SoulA Poem by MJ SoulSmokeI am tired againSitting in a silenceOn the pyre of my thoughtsBurning down deep insideHolding my heart out of it allIt’s a funeralA funeral of m.. |
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burning brightly.A Story by hookshot"This is what I am, this is where I end". |
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Ch.1 FireA Chapter by OmegaDrake93I was once a teenager known as Chad Berkly. I wasn’t the most popular guy in school. I was a short, skinny kid so the bigger guys like t.. |
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SparkleA Poem by Healing StarA poem to my wife, Jenny. |
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FlameA Poem by Dark Heart of WinterLove is like a flame... it burns and warms and protects and consumes. |
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Bathing in TeaA Poem by V. P. TrujilloI'm tired of f*****g dreaming... |
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Pull The GrenadeA Poem by Savannah BlySo I did it, to keep us safe. |
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Desperate BeliefA Poem by Katherine HaizlipI wrote this poem about my ongoing struggle with depression and how that has affected me spiritually. It is meant to be a sort of stream of conscious.. |
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ImmolationA Chapter by DaughterNatureThe night is cool. I welcome the promise of heat. The night is dark. I welcome the promise of light. My e.. |
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A Fires FlameA Poem by Gregory StiresFire The flame that gives us light, Why do we fear it? Is it because of its untamable nature? Or is it because the flame that gives us lig.. |
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Sky Above MeA Poem by Healing StarFinding my way home. |
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Burning RoseA Poem by Jared Michael SmithThis is really more of an experiment than anything. I tried a new style and worked a lot with juxtaposition. Hope it sounds ok. :) |
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Change of the SeasonsA Poem by 水希Spring 春 Is the season of love and blooms Of opening hearts and filling wombs Of coming to life and born anew This season boils into swelt.. |
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My Burning ManA Poem by Amethyst RoseI feel the fire in you The fever rising from your mind From the sickness that is your sorrow The pain building behind your eyes Sweat pour.. |
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BurningA Poem by Kate HendersonVibrant lightPiercing through skinLet the burning begin |
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Bad RomanceA Story by Darkened_drearThe winter wind whisping through her burgundy locks as she stared out the window of that lonesome castle window where thick vines converged on its cru.. |
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The BurningA Story by Darkened_drearRunning bare foot.Dress dragging through the mud.Covered in grass stains,rocks cutting into my heels,and shaking so cold.I can hear the coon dogs and .. |
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