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HateA Poem by E.I. ScottStages of hate |
An Aversion to ChangeA Poem by Aj StylesHuman |
ManA Poem by The MaverickThe sadness of not being able to find peace, flooded and influenced by death by religion and wants is a longing for peace. Just being a man a human. |
Sober Slap- A Letter from the Devil!A Poem by Abhishek SinghThis Halloween a devil reads a letter of complaint of his own! |
FollowedA Chapter by kafrineeMerethyl is nervous throughout the day and later that night someone breaks into her home. |
KidnappedA Chapter by kafrineeMerethyl has been kidnapped and put in a cage with humans who hate her. They are being taken to Oshuldon to be sold. A strange man interrupts them. Wi.. |
HumanA Poem by k.s.when you found me,i was a victim toemptiness. devoid and aloneyou took me captive. taking me far frommy home and bringing me intothe light. your light.. |
bucket.A Poem by idontknowanymorei exhaled, you inhaled.our first time alone together.your beauty is shown so effortlessly, you're dancing in your underwear.my eyes opened,your eyes s.. |
windows.A Poem by idontknowanymoresitting, waiting.a lifeless face stares back at you.windows to the soul, shows the reflection of a husk not far from you.lingering,watching.eyes peeri.. |
Ancient TransienceA Poem by kpoetryHow can we not love them? And still, we destroy them one by one. |
Wood Or SkinA Poem by J.L.HopperWood Or Skin v2 Somedays i feel like a treeMy leaves soaking up the sunMy branches spreading wideMy bark strong and unbreakableMy roots plante.. |
HandA Poem by Alfred Kukitzcan we hold hands |
FurA Poem by LuciaMy neck is warm, too hot- almostThe fur is a dyed, pure rabbit lined scarfPoufs of pink and burgundyLining my neck like blood grown dark with timeAn a.. |
The Spirit!A Poem by Sachi RuayaHAPPY NEW YEAR! |
the Outer Side of My HouseA Story by Bloky MoseSince everybody closed their houses from the real world, empathy hasn't come back to their hearts. Yet, there is still a girl who tries to save them w.. |
Tone IS KingA Poem by Antonio SolerMemories make lives. Deaf to the tone are closed eye What is obvious will always be pushes away for no one decided to recollect the idea of being .. |
Expected SurprisesA Book by JoanieA collection of the people in my life that have surprised me.. though they shouldn't have. And their affect on my life. |