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5 - DizzyA Chapter by Tiffany VakilianThis chapter (5 of 22) begins with letters. When written, Fred was in minor jungle battles. A small break in the form of hot food and camp give him th.. |
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Synapse in AlgebraA Poem by scarlynnI mean,How can being alive ever not matterhow can it not matteryou're breathingand your breath isgrowing trees, growinghydrangeas -they're your favour.. |
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SnakeA Poem by scarlynnGrecian goddessunprepared photograph,she tilts her head to the leftand the sun shines the way we want it to.I was Effy Stonem first.I was born broken,.. |
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SocioA Poem by scarlynnSince inner beauty counts,I prefer outer beauty.Maybe he likes it that way too.I'm sure he does.He tells me to find the bottle openerand I crack it wi.. |
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Atmosphere LoungeA Poem by scarlynnLana Del Rey is the most important thing in my life tonight.We walk and I am floating,I'm drifting with you, serene.We are not Bonnie and Clyde.We are.. |
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TimA Poem by scarlynnWe don't need to talk,we sit and we holdhands and you look at mewith your sad, swollen eyes -you never got halfway through the pills.I know you love m.. |
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Carrion CarpetA Poem by scarlynnHomeless |
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Curling Fox in a HoleA Poem by Gaia OctaviaI have swallowed my poisonholding my grief, clutching my ragein blistered disbeliefLost within a tragedy, trapped inside my mind no other cell keeps m.. |
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The sceneA Story by CKHe's lost his temper again. He's mad and he's after me. It's happening again. He shoves me down into the bar stools. My head gets thrown against the w.. |
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Spruce Tree EveningA Poem by scarlynnIncandescence, pale greenthrown into the stars andblinkers roofing me,soft geometrics crossing my irises-I haven't been here in years.I love you in a .. |
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The War InsideA Poem by Gaia OctaviaHow to live a life fulfilledto tear it down and then rebuildwhy must it elude me so?leaving me nowhere to goFilled with emptiness insidelessons learne.. |
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My Fellow Tortured SoulsA Poem by Gaia OctaviaWhere are you,my fellow tortured souls?Those of you who havelived through traumaor are drowning in it still?If only your cracks were visible so I knew.. |
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Reduce, Reuse, RecycleA Poem by AneshiaTRIGGER WARNING - sexual assault "There's a sick part of me that believes that this is what I deserve." |
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Please Exit To The Back Of The BusA Poem by Aneshia"I try to remind myself that life on the Metro is not as dangerous as I make it out to be in my head, but my body is on a whole different page." |
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An Automatic ResponseA Poem by BeebopdoowopHer mind is not racistConsciously it knows that every man is equal to the nextIt sees past the colour of a man's skinAnd believes in the being beneath.. |
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November 22, 2001A Story by cecegracenUnfortunately my most memorable thanksgiving. |
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