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The Old Lady SatA Chapter by J. LandFor the silent halls... |
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Eternal EndA Poem by Darkened_drearFaded picturesPainful memoriesScattered on the floorThe remindersFlow through my cluttered headThe truth is clearAll my fears were an infinite reality.. |
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Decaying HeartA Poem by Darkened_drearWhispered liesTears of shameA decaying heart to blameIts foolish faithWrought its dire fateTo crack as stoneAnd forever bleedBeyond ancient timesTo su.. |
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TrappedA Poem by byron leem0eRamble about a man trapped with a dead horde at the door... |
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DemonA Poem by Happy AnnoyanceAcrostic attempt number 2. I hope you enjoy. |
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The Rwandan deadA Poem by Robert RonnowNews photo of the Rwandan deadbobbing naked at the baseof waterfall. Wide hips and narrowshoulders, surely a young woman oncesexually active. No solut.. |
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Bone MusicA Poem by Robert Ronnow1Last night dinnerwith four couplespoints out the difficulties in living togetherand apart. Even theson of a wealthy doctor, disdainful ofineb.. |
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Rust In The GroveA Poem by Alex B. H.I have an odd obsession with rusted things. It's beautiful, really. You can't really imagine the things you have becoming rotting relics from the past.. |
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Variations on a Theme ..A Poem by Trey DavisAs the light coming in from the dining room windows dwindles to something like smoke, and silence enve.. |
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DecayingA Poem by MeganI hate wasting daylight on you. My heart thrives in the emptiness of your shadow. Seclude me with your loneliness while not paying attention to my.. |
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Decaying RomanceA Poem by Hannabal_MarieInspired by vampires and romance. |
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I am an AppleA Poem by Beau RussellI am an apple. I was born, filled with life, red and ripe. I am an apple. But as my brothers and sisters we're plucked from the tree, I wa.. |
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From Beyond ( Version II / Part I )A Poem by Damon TarlothVersion 1 is not posted on here, but allpoetry has a published version of both parts... |
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DecayA Story by CoralLee“I will rot with neither of you!” I hissed and fled without looking back. Not even once. |
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Where Angels FlyA Poem by Chaos StoneCould I? |
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