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A Poem by Defender Of Man

Because we spend all our money on drugsAnd complain about it laterThen soon forget, chasing the next oneAll because there is no escape

I'd Have Told You.

A Poem by Raheem Lyttle Kiyaga

I'd have to told you how much I love and loved, but I thought you'd and my deeds manifested it, It couldn't have been such long to judge myself that t..

A Letter to Anik

A Story by Amanda Naomi

a letter to a friend that has passed

Walking Contemporary

A Poem by Defender Of Man

ContusionDelusionEvolutionBite meFight meDelight me...

The Anti-Confession

A Poem by Defender Of Man

Secrets are just secretsThey are only what you make of themIf youdon'tget caughtIf youdon'trememberItdoesn'tmatter, because it could have never happen..

Innocence Isn't Significance

A Poem by Defender Of Man

The friends I have are obsessed with sexAnddon'tever write poetryWe even takedifferentpills, they like downers, I like uppersDispleasure is a flashing..

Ducking Under Naked Trees

A Poem by Jazmen

When your lover is your best friend in entirety

Greeting Tomorrow

A Poem by April

A reflective piece about letting the past go and welcoming changes that tomorrow is about to bring

Opposite

A Poem by Raheem Lyttle Kiyaga

" All days are not the same, are not the way you may think they are, they're its opposite"

Gone Too Early.

A Poem by Raheem Lyttle Kiyaga

Promise me you will be there When I'm reciting this poem Towards my family and friends That got away.

Bully, Troll And Stalker=Her

A Poem by Raven Starhawk

Athwart a barren region coasted a rhythmic interlace in epoch Names without faces remain on ignominy Cataclysm twists sinister channels Cosmo s..

Ritual Chaos

A Poem by Raven Starhawk

Time’s automaton subsist Like a dead man’s perfume Among phantasm militia Devoid of a compass The burial grounds Of my consciou..

Nocturnal Grim Reaper

A Poem by Raven Starhawk

Crimson rivers wither beneath sliced ivoryas another race of gleaming steel leaves its mark Severed blue channels release rosy streamsthat cascade chi..

To Be She

A Poem by demureminds

So innocuous she was,walking on stiltsshe wiltsso harmless.Her lies they slitherher face she paintsher skin she lathers oneach day.Her palms stitched ..