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God Is Nothing and So Are You (2.0)A Poem by write_or_wrongThis was actually the first version. This is the unchanged version. Still welcoming feedback. |
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A Letter To YouA Poem by Anayai said the last poem was my last, I guess it is not.. this is my forbidden love continued. |
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Sitting On My Bathroom FloorA Poem by Anayai love my bathroom. i hate my pain |
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Sounding the BellA Poem by Melinda McQueenSounding the Bell It’s time to wake up O sleeper, time to shake up. A little less stress, A little more kindness. Wh.. |
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A Convincing FrontA Story by AsheShe wasn't dead. |
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What are you to me?A Poem by Sumit singhThis a poem about a teenage boy confessing his love for a girl whom he found on social media long time back and haven't meet her yet! |
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F.E.A.R (Freedom Ends And Ruling Begins)A Poem by 5imbaDon't blame religion, Until you've done some revision, Don't believe everything you are shown on your television, Have your own opinion .. |
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FoolA Poem by Ausheirn:)When someone asked you to do so... |
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VolkA Poem by Earl SchumackerGrowing in the distance |
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Lesbians in Flip Flops Chapter 3A Story by Tony ConaghanA semi autobiographical novella of my distant life. Tony, a crane operator plagued with a life of drama, dreams of a simpler life. Getting there howev.. |
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SchadenfreudeA Poem by write_or_wrong(It's one of those German words that we wish we had) |
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CrushesA Story by Jorel CaringalCrushes are definitely a good thing. |
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The DarkA Story by Jorel CaringalDarkness holds so many things and means different to all kinds of people. |
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ScabsA Poem by BrittBratBroskiNovember 29, 2013 |
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Under The VolcanoA Poem by Earl SchumackerLife on the edge |
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PiA Poem by C_theSurrealistuntil the decimal of pi runs out. |
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Je rêveA Poem by WillaDanversMy mind doesn't stray from this dream, and I think it is just the world way of telling me that it is something that needs to happen. |
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Life ( shallow wisdom in snippets. 5)A Poem by Mrudula RaniIf life is the fire, or the flame, Then the oil, or the wax is the time? And the wick is the form? Conception is the point of ignition! The fl.. |
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DreamA Poem by kurohanaThe faint sound of footsteps, Slowly the bed dipped as warm hand touched my cheeks. I smiled as I open my eyes to peek, “Welcome home, my.. |
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