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What can I really say? It is what it is...A Poem by MyDarlingsDearHands on her mouth to keep her from screaming, At the loss of old feelingsWhile new wait at bay, To call one so dear, While the shadows are dancing.. |
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Simulated DeathA Poem by V. W. WilhelminaI wrote this when I was on a comedown from Mirtazapine. Written: 03.01.2015 |
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HighA Poem by V. W. WilhelminaA poem about psychoactive pharmaceuticals. Written 03.12.2014 |
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Firefly GravesA Poem by Broken SerenityA poem depicting the problem with a highschool society |
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Lisa Hartnett and The Rain WizardA Story by ElectricSkeletorLife is still in the tiny town of Stone Flats, Virginia. Too still for sixteen year old Lisa Hartnett. In a hurry, she was whisked away from Boston, b.. |
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What IfA Story by LungsOfAshIts not peer pressure, or even conforming, I want to get high.I want to get high.Though the weed is still good, and I find myself a fan, I want to try.. |
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ListeningA Poem by Healing StarThere is a voice and it calls in both the highs and lows, we need to listen and learn. |
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television frequenciesA Poem by Brett G. Palmertelevision frequenciesby brett g. palmera little broken up and a mess and a halfis Americawith these straight people invested inMONEY and POWERand the.. |
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I love to fly, byeA Poem by The canaryLove makes me fly |
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The First TasteA Poem by NewbeginningsThis is the beginning to a short story I am working on. |
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Real WorldA Poem by gabiaimeeHere's to High School |
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On becoming a PoetA Poem by Kenneth Nicholas LoweGather your moral conscience Raise your crumpled spine Free your mind of every credence Reflect upon your issued time Prepare your rem.. |
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High tideA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereNever give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn. Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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The SoundA Poem by Alfred Kukitzin the beginning was the word |
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Yes I'm A GirlA Poem by Destiny DreamerIt's a poem I wrote on the behalf of every single girl in this world who are being shut down! |
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TwilightA Poem by AnnaThe sun low in the melting horizon,I spent many an evening waiting on my sorrows to arrive.How I had hoped they would not catch up to me,but in the tw.. |
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Bye DrunkA Story by Jesse PruettI was drunk,I was intoxicated. A littleup.If,you getmy drift.***.I'm still wasted.How is my spelling?Wait.,.....IHadTodrink and smokeandlaterImighthav.. |
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