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24/7 of ProstrationA Poem by Silly_Clumsy_AmberSlipping into the cold All I can see are black specs that have turned from gold, I am no longer a girl that's filled with smiles Because life's eve.. |
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SleepstreamA Poem by V. P. TrujilloA shared view. |
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Need a ChangeA Poem by AshheartAgain. Again I sit here. The same exact hard chair, The same exact blank walls. The same exact frigid temperatures. The walls.. |
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SleepA Poem by Makaylasleepless nightsi don't want to dreambecause lately,they've all been the sameyou, methe sound of your guitar stringsand my mediocre voiceattempting to.. |
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VoicesA Poem by lilrissrissIt's 3 AM And I'm tired My mom says "insomnia" But my mind says different And every night when I lay down, tired The voices in my head.. |
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SleepA Poem by Courtney RoseNights are always the worse Alone with only your thoughts to keep you occupied Only your thoughts to deprive you of sleep Lashing at you like a m.. |
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Make LifeA Poem by N.A.Tired of trying to make life happen The currents steadier and stronger than I am Stronger than I'll ever be It's better and greater than me I am o.. |
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So Sick of Rhyming PoemsA Poem by AscendingSo sick of the norm. The way things has always been;the expected. |
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TiredA Poem by Rose DiamondI'm so tiredTired of caringTired of tryingTired of breathingTired of lyingI just don't have the energy to go onTurn off the music I'm tired of that s.. |
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Sunday NightA Poem by scottkildayI started writing this poem on a Sunday Night wherein I couldn't sleep and my head began to race. We've all been there. The week begins in a few hours.. |
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Waking UpA Poem by VertoAtrumHow it feels to me. |
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You forgetA Poem by Michelle N. H.Your mind is ill Your body An aching shell Insisting on Keeping The remains of a man Alive A man who once was Living .. |
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The Dying Hour of 11:58A Poem by R.M.W.It's almost sickening, the comfort it brings meto imagine you waiting for me there,when I crawl into my bed.Do you think of me as you lie awake at 11:.. |
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Silent CinderellaA Book by BreannaBSilence can be a beautiful thing, but too much could drive anyone mad. |
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untitledA Poem by AuthoressSadness will curve your bonesAnd stoop you over, killThat inch more of height you hopedFor, weigh on your shouldersLike a metaphor - always soHeavy.Sa.. |
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3. poor puppiesA Chapter by Jordan Williamsanother song for my friend to sing in her band |
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Chapter 5A Chapter by SusieMy hands raised with scratches. But they were not quite bad enough to complain about, unfortunately.Year after year, whoever was home was roped into t.. |
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