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Religion is not always for everyone. We are all Un..A Story by OnlymeGod is not always the answer for everyoneSometimes it is just self believe in YOU.To keep knowing life is worth it.Until the day you naturally pass on.. |
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six word storyA Poem by Leviarifree verse poem, in six words. |
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Dream ScreamA Story by LCat80starJust six words that is all. |
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Life sourceA Poem by Laura Katemountains move through me crystal diamonds of fresh rivers pave paths from time to time connecting life source to life source uncharted grounds.. |
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AliveA Poem by StarlingYou feel the light on your skin While I invite the darkness in You let the storm pass overhead And I fall in with the wind instead I falte.. |
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TransparentA Story by Kathy Van KurinMemory of childhood. It's interesting how an experience can filter into the present. |
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Dead SkinA Poem by J.S.R. RayburnPoem about skin. |
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AliveA Poem by RandomnessA poem about still having chances |
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MoreA Poem by RandomnessJust another simple poem about living |
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Rolling RoxyA Poem by The Things She NotedGliding down the freewayIn my little blue skatesRolling on downTo the cityTrying to keep upWith all the old broncosHorses in their own rightWheeling f.. |
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Heated HousewifeA Poem by The Things She NotedI put the ice cubes in the glassesAnd the salt in the salt shakersI cracked open the windowBut it barely budgedDrawn tight no one allowed inI took the.. |
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Running RiverA Poem by The Things She NotedDown by the riverNo not that oneThe river near my old oak cabinThe rush of the waterThe brook that babbles on through all hours of the nightI try to a.. |
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Lady LonesomeA Poem by The Things She NotedLife may just be dreadfully lonelyWith moments of communityThat leave me bitterAching for something greaterSomeone greaterThat I may not knowLife may .. |
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Tuscan TiradeA Poem by The Things She NotedUnder the Tuscan sunDripping peachesWet and stickyFingers stuck to my pagesPaper cuts on summer daysBlood dripping down my fingerPeach fuzz painted re.. |
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Coughing CinnamonA Poem by The Things She NotedHe’s sweet like cinnamonJust as bitterHard to swallowHold him in my mouthChoke him outThe dust of the barkToo heavy to float to the topSinking i.. |
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Taunting ThoughtsA Poem by The Things She NotedThe airplanes close to my homeCircling my neighbourhoodTauntingSelf deprivation is only a depravity for so longPitifulAnd then I thoughtHow life was i.. |
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Romanticizing RedA Poem by The Things She NotedRed eyesBut not romanticNot the showings of a sleep deprived womanWhat was she thinking aboutWhat kept her upRed from rubbingAnd pullingAnd wipingRed .. |
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Mourning AnnouncementsA Poem by The Things She NotedFirst periodA busy dayWe file in like soldiersOn the teenage defenceTucked behind my deskPeeling at the paintSpeaker squeaksThen hissesRingsA low voic.. |
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24 and There's so Much MoreA Poem by The Things She NotedThe first writing of my 24th year |
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