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Stifling The StormA Poem by nikitaThey clipped my wings, I was far too young.They stole my voice, I'm a song unsung.They spread me thin when i was a work too deep,And pushed me farther.. |
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ChanceA Poem by SavyNessChanceIf you are willing to look she was willing to showAsk a question; don't assume if you don't already knowThe problem with looking and expecting t.. |
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In-continent penA Poem by ANTOHate is another facet of love; don't look for the splinter in someone's eye when there is a plank in your own. -anto (survivor of the Troll wars) |
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Between the linesA Book by ReveurThis story is not a confection of my brain; but of my thoughts? Yes, indeed. It is basically a weave of things I am obsessed with – if not etern.. |
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The river linesA Chapter by ReveurHow to take care of the heart of someone else? How to make sure you don’t break it accidentally. How do you realize you can’t keep it? Or .. |
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Holding his, inseparably.A Chapter by ReveurThese were the times when she had other bothers in life. To top it, maybe he was bothered for her at the same time. Then, all these burdens of bothers.. |
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Emotions are a moment. Thoughts prolong them.A Chapter by ReveurYou are contended in an instant. You get hungry in an instant. And back. Nevertheless, you remember it till late. Aren’t there only a few moment.. |
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In the ever after.A Chapter by ReveurWho is a man, people? One who doesn’t cry, has sculpted built, is six feet tall or has husky voice and musky fragrance? Or the one who could use.. |
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The subtitles in life.A Chapter by ReveurThat was all she had said six years and eleven months ago. She had come, stood beside him and said that. That. Yes. |
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The theory of relativity.A Chapter by Reveur‘Take very good care while you two are trying to synchronize your heartbeat. It is very soothing feeling till it is working. But the moment the .. |
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Good LuckA Poem by OnlymeIs there such a thing called "Good Luck"! Either, do we make our own so-called " Good luck"? Or...... are we, expecting "good things to come our way".. |
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What are the odds on LIving Life..And Making It...A Poem by OnlymeShe lay in her coffin at the funeral home.I saw her cold and unemotionalthat broke my heart as I said goodbye.I sit and wonderedif her son wasgoing to.. |
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