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A Mission Of MercyA Story by Earl SchumackerA drinkable solution to life |
IA Poem by Laura Katep.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue';.. |
growing PainsA Poem by Laura KateJust some thoughts |
MonstrosityA Poem by Satish VermaWhat would you say― if I shed my identity, |
Numbers gameA Poem by Laura Kateshe was TWENTY EIGHTborn on the FIFTHELEVEN was lucky for hershe was the SECOND of THREEher childhood home was FOURTEEN0161 the area codeshe got all F.. |
Full circleA Poem by Laura KateI feel that I have just met myself;the first time really seeing mefor who I amand knowingthat this is truly me.It's as if I have gone full circle;one .. |
Behind this maskA Poem by Oregon123Guilt and secrets what a terrible burden. |
You or me?A Poem by Laura KateI have visions of the womanI longed to beher expression is strongshe intimidates meher hair is the way Ialways wanted it to beshort and curlyas it is .. |
Identity LostA Story by GregowichA short story about envy. |
You're the Vampire of my SoulA Poem by NomkhumbulwaIts actually a song, hence it may not make full sense or read correctly. It fell out of my head in the middle of a painful night, I sing it along with.. |
Safe ZoneA Poem by Laura Katep.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; m.. |
Miranda On The EclipticA Poem by Earl SchumackerLunar meanderings in the distance |
Sea GlassA Poem by SylviaI was born of litter on the seashore Sparkling new but trimmed with jagged borders Biting fools who crept too near me Ignoring unrelenting tide.. |
I saw myselfA Poem by Laura KateI saw myself today. I saw myself through someone else’s eyes, they saw not me - but the woman I could be. She was more mature,wiser. She .. |
Glass JarA Poem by Laura KateRemember girl -you’re a gem,a crystal...a diamond in the rough.Your uniqueness fuels his curiosity,your beauty is his pleasure,your body -the ho.. |
NSUKKA, MY NSUKKA.A Poem by REMIGIUS SUNDAY EZElove for my own very ancestral home. NSUKKA precisely. |
DAINTED PERSONALITYA Poem by REMIGIUS SUNDAY EZEOne should not alienates oneself from one's ancestral home |
Uncertainty blanketA Poem by Laura KateTo not know yourself is among the worst feelings in the world. To feel that you aren’t welcome within yourself and don’t have a home .. |
Hopes and FearsA Poem by Laura KateThe simple truth |