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So TiredA Poem by Julie MorganI’m just So tired Of making Everyone Angry So maybe I should Just hide And never Speak In the end .. |
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The Reaper's PreyA Poem by astoundinglyattractiveIt's those Quiet Nights through which I find my eyes are held wide open. And my mind's alive throughout the night, through dark and soundless whis.. |
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The Reaper's WillA Poem by astoundinglyattractiveShe hunts at night, on Quiet Nights, and stalks the scent of fear. She cuts for blood, to never wake, for silence knows the fate of those few who.. |
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The Reaper's BladeA Poem by astoundinglyattractiveNothing, what a fearsome blade, by which our lives will end. But think of thinking Nothing- where can I begin? Not dark nor light nor hot nor col.. |
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I Promise To Be SilentA Poem by kera moondustI was just feeling like my voice wasn't being heard today... I'm not sure what it is, but I just feel like in certain places. I am silenced... and wel.. |
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SilenceA Poem by EmilyThis poem is about something that actually happened to me. Minus the wedding part. lol I'm only in high school. |
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Hearing SilenceA Chapter by J. ViandsShut off your words and numerous worlds alike What do you hear beyond silence? Beyond the heart break and empty tears which have been lost for .. |
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Have I Crossed Their Minds?A Poem by Julie MorganThe depressing thoughts I get when I decide to not start conversations with anyone for a period of time, and it turns out nobody wants to talk to me. |
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Un doneA Poem by LushanAn empty room. The sky filters in through smudged glass: ribbons of yellow and gold. Flecks of silver dust float down down (I.. |
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Dead to MeA Poem by Natashafar from dead-but dead to me |
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Just Say It!A Poem by Annie WilthewFrustration with not being able to speak what I truly want to say |
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Silence...A Story by UsaniA very special friend helps Brittany get over one of her biggest fears. |
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Words, Silence & Life ...A Poem by Hamzaever felt like we could have said something more .. something better .. something that we forgot to mention when we had the opportunity ... sigh yes.. |
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We were just saving our breathA Story by HeynsI've been using a book by the San Francisco Writers Grotto to spur my writing. This is one of the many exercises |
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Confessions of a FreshmanA Story by Hannah EloiseAdrianna was a writer; there was nothing she loved more than retreating in her turtle shell and bringing life to all the words she had left unsaid wit.. |
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