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House Of The Wicked False

House Of The Wicked False

A Poem by Anna


Lightning burns the cobwebs from the shrouded corners,tracing it's way into the shadowed cracks like poison.Rain falls through the roof, come drown th..
The Lost One

The Lost One

A Poem by Elvy-decoo


When you lose, what's lost
For Me

For Me

A Poem by Elvy-decoo


This is for me not you
You Should Be Here

You Should Be Here

A Poem by Elvy-decoo


An ode to country
88

88

A Poem by nihilistictablelamp


told him i’d rather have been physically abused than emotionallybecause it f***s you up for life, sambecause icannot cannot cannotsay ‘no&..
Hello World.....

Hello World.....

A Poem by QueenBecky


There was a time in my life where I felt all alone and invisible to everyone, so this is what this poem is about!
October Rain.

October Rain.

A Poem by =


The moments, precious,And yet so few,Those perfect hours,So honest and true.Yet the timing isn't right,Though my thoughts disagree,A mind so perfect,Y..
lovescapes on my lips

lovescapes on my lips

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson


finally home
Places everyone!

Places everyone!

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson


an inspiration on top of an inspiration - from David Scott's Here and Now
In Here

In Here

A Poem by Nemophilist Meraki


the dark is hard to escape...
White Lie

White Lie

A Poem by Courtney M Watson


The dirtiest filth & the hollowest cries that fill your gasping soul with cyanide.
The Point

The Point

A Poem by Footprints al carbon


Life is like that.
You Are Here

You Are Here

A Poem by Footprints al carbon


There is no answer to why.
A Sense of Here

A Sense of Here

A Poem by GwenLark


A heightened sense of an ordinary moment
See Me

See Me

A Poem by Courtney M Watson


I wish I was made of windows,so you could see right through me.I’m drowning in this muck,what mud!& nobody can view me.I am, I live,I love &..
Here to stay, but never meant to belong

Here to stay, but never meant to belong

A Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterP..


A poem that starts sad and then picks up. Mainly because I was sad when I started writing it, but when I got to the next bits, I was in a much better ..
Post Traumatic Stress

Post Traumatic Stress

A Poem by Courtney M Watson


SUBMISS & I did. For it is I that hath been beaten held like a bird by the foot, cradled by claws 'til my final killing come. ..