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Microstory 325: LoveA Story by Nick FishermanThis is an experimental Stepwisdom microstory. The introduction can be found in Microstory 300. More to follow. |
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Ravaged RuinsA Poem by Aka.HipsterTraded in carbs for cups full of coffee, With each sip the cup was fuller than me, Black coffee never before tasted so sweet, Than when my hunger w.. |
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Knowing Who You Are In Just Ten "Easy" StepsA Story by gabiaimeeWritten at the Alameda County Fair 2016 poetry workshop, inspired by an erasure. |
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Emotional HangoverA Poem by PansySymptoms may include headaches, nausea, selective amnesia. insomnia, nightmares, fatigue. unnatural gra.. |
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The Dark RoomA Poem by Athena AngelA poem i wrote way too late one night |
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A Mass of CellsA Story by jaoA coping mechanism. |
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Sweet MomentsA Poem by Rosilina RolyatThis Poem is when you are experiencing a sense of internal liberation. You are feeling a sense of love and appreciation, and a sense of gratitude. |
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Summer AddictionA Poem by BibekA short poem about a man's fantasy and his addiction to a married woman, describing her present stat |
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The Body and SoulA Poem by Sarah RoehrigA simple, spirtual piece. Enjoy |
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Moral of a StormA Poem by Sarah RoehrigThe darkness that lingers . . . |
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My Body is a TempleA Poem by bdelhayeMy body is a temple,I am praised uponIn times of need,Then left.I am touched,Groped,Given gifts aplenty,Then abandoned..My name is swornIn good,In bad.. |
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Trapped In My BodyA Poem by Clara KevieYour body is your vessel, but sometimes it feels like a casket |
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Good IntentionsA Poem by RomarioAnxiety grips Mr. Heart When he least expects it Strips him of all rationality Then rapes him with questions Questions of safety And im.. |
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THE MURDERA Chapter by Peter RogersonThe child is only five when two significant things happen in his life |
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Something NewA Poem by Tim_A.REase into something, knowing that you will regret it later on.Making the most out of the stale air in you room.Flowing with the air to the outside.Pal.. |
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Life is RegretA Poem by broken_poetryThe pace of life is too fast that i couldn't cope up with it. |
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Her CreationA Story by LeleIt came to me while I was in a dreamlike state. How I came to be, I mean. I'm so obsessed with body image and then I caught a glimpse of what He sees... |
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