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Missing SomeoneA Poem by GabbyMissing someone is the most terrible thingIt is death without the endingIt is sleep without the restIt is a never ending painTorture,Eating at your br.. |
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Pineapple ParadiseA Story by Porcelain ZombiThe internet advised me to write about pineapples to overcome my writers block... This is the result |
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Pineapple's ParadiseA Story by FlukenspoggleThe Internet Advised me to write a story to overcome my writer's block... this is what happened... |
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PhobiasA Poem by KristinI am you-phobicAll of my fearsSurround youLess you,More who I am around you .Who I'll become around you.You'll dissolve the concrete wallsI've spent s.. |
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reflection.A Poem by lanillionaireI suddenly feel so different. There was a time where I felt like I needed you to breathe, Like an old rotting person, Hooked up to life supp.. |
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11-16-13A Poem by KristinI miss you So much;My bones creak whispersOf our old conversations.I’ve stopped moving.Just so I could stop hearing. It gets hardListening to al.. |
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SlitherA Poem by KristinI have snakes,Instead of bones.Supporting me,Leaving Venomin my blood.They bite at my insidesand tell me everything is ok.Without them I'd be deadB.. |
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FoolA Poem by SarmelendezI cant believe it |
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Comfort.A Poem by KristinI'm a pit of shattered glassCracks filling my bodyMy pieces know no wayto find each other these daysI'm a blank mapWithout my capital cityWith no hom.. |
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ChristmasA Poem by KristinHere it comes againThat wonderful time of yearRed bows and blood to matchWhite snow and drugs to matchBranches become my limbs,Blue wrapping paper to .. |
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Post-MortemA Poem by KristinDeath is my best friendHe's promised me lifebut no living.He kills those around me. Everything around meThat I once knewHas sifted throughThe cracksIn.. |
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Pizza QuestA Story by アキス&..A short stupid story I wrote for the relief of both boredom and stress. |
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14 years uselessA Poem by Kristinlol school |
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Cold FrontA Poem by KristinMy veins Are frozen,Iced over my blooddoesn't run anymore.Your sweater is on the ground.My heart callsfor the heat.An imaginary ideaits made upby it.. |
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OblivionA Poem by KristinWe are streams of insignificanceBound by grass knotted ropesWe kill to find happinessWhen there is no hope.We leave our bodiesBeing torn from the insi.. |
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