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"...PERCHANCE TO DREAM..."A Poem by Mariepropheticdreams... |
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A letter to my depressionA Poem by kawattersDear Depression, I f*****g hate you. Every night for two years, you have dragged to my bed , clambered on top of me,your heavy form pressing m.. |
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Morning soundA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereI get up every morning and it's going to be a great day. You never know when it's going to be over so I refuse to have a bad day. Paul Henderson |
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Silence of winterA Poem by Robert RonnowSilence of winterdistant from all but my sexual contactsher bedroom nightsand day friendsmemory of my independence vanishing dreamholding on to it, my.. |
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Waking Up Is Hard To DoA Story by MarieBeyond my bedroom window, birds are incessantly chirping, announcing their livelihood and will to seek companionship with others of their kind. I awa.. |
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CourageA Poem by Robert RonnowIt takes some courage to eat a legume's fruitknowing what is known of each poisonous partof the locust (although the flowers may be frittered).What's .. |
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Bed of ThornsA Poem by HelenaBed of Thorns Sleep not on a bed of thorns but rather sleep in the comforting dreams of one who loves you night time closes the deep purple.. |
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I'm homeA Poem by foufa la perleA mess of a dreamer |
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LOVE NOT SIN 1972.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN BED IN 1972 |
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5) The ReturnA Chapter by IvyJohn returns to the apartment to find Lucy sleeping (not really) and puts her to bed. |
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In the SummerA Poem by Pegs Van DammeSlowand softwe drip and meet and blend like drops of summer rainsinto blurry poolsof colormostly pink and redthat sit and stir on top our bed |
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ValidationA Poem by Kelly ScheppersValidation The sheets upon the bed are a muted validation of the love we made. I am hesitant to straighten their ripple.. |
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Breakfast in BedA Poem by Kelly Scheppers...a senryu |
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One: The First Time My Heart BrokeA Chapter by gabiaimeeThe ivory gilded door knocker was larger and more pale than my face. Still it lifted and fell with an opening when a petite woman stood in its pla.. |
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Computer Addiction ProbsA Poem by KennediaI have computer addictions...Do you? |
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ONeA Poem by PoppyI lose it, I made it. It sounds simple, so it does indeed. I deny it, I swear I did. It just came back, inadvertently. I looked back.. |
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