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The Curious Mind.A Poem by Kay Salisu Titilola... |
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YoursA Story by SomeRandomChicYou are sitting in an arm chair and I’m kneeling in front of youHovering just above youso close you can feel my hot breathbut not allowing us to.. |
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Break to makeA Poem by Laura KateBreaking from you was the making of me |
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WomanA Poem by Laura KateI want to be the woman I had all the potential to be |
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HindsightA Poem by Laura KateLast night I dreamt that I left you ... if only it had been true. |
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AmoreA Story by Laura KateA short sequence / chapter - my starting point for an idea I’m working on. |
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EngineA Poem by Laura KateMy heartan engine full of backfiresand false starts |
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StrangersA Poem by Laura KateRelying on the smile of a stranger to be the upside down rainbow which brings colour to the grey skies helping light break through the heavy clouds |
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Coming homeA Poem by Laura KateThe moment she realisedshe could not run away from herselfwas the moment she allowed herselfto be caught.Coming home to herselfwas the most indescriba.. |
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PassionA Poem by Robert Ronnow5 a.m. Souls ascendfrom earth’s valeof fears. Others waitdon’t give up yet.Nothing I can do about that.Not is my name knownbut am I a good.. |
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The RiverA Poem by Laura KateWould you come to meif I called to you?The river grows wideras we standon opposite sides.You are stronger,but you don't like to swim.I love to swim,bu.. |
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The Green Eyed MonsterA Poem by Laura KateI used to be so jealous...the green eyed monstergot me every timebut not once did I worryabout the girlsin your bedeven with them I knewthat your hear.. |
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You vs. the WorldA Poem by Laura KateDon’t be afraid of going out into this world, the world loves you, remember? It’s just yourself you’re not so sure about |
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My gardensA Poem by Laura KateHe cradled me not just in his arms but with his whole body and his aching soul. My head on my chest, hand on his heart, and feetpushingagainst.. |
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No FavoritesA Poem by Laura KateI used to think I had favouritesbut now I don't really mindthe one I think about mostis the one whose easiest to findsome of them stay longersome of t.. |
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Pine ConeA Poem by Laura KateHow did it make it so far from its tree? As if it travelled to exactly the place it knew it would be found by me. |
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The BookcaseA Poem by Laura KateMemories from the night before collect upon my pillow. My heavyhead sinks into darkness and I land at my beloved dusty bookcase, shelves full of vol.. |
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SeepingA Poem by Laura KateTimes like this the hate seeps incoming up from deep withinquestioning how'd it all beginand how to escapefrom the tar I'm inWondering how it came to .. |
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Isolde's SongA Poem by Michael R. BurchAfter the deaths of Tristram and Isolde, a hazel and a honeysuckle grew out of their graves until the branches intertwined and could not be parted. .. |
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