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Burned

Burned

A Story by G.O.


As with most of the things here, I have no idea when or where I wrote this. I think I meant to add more later, but lost track of it.
The Fisherman

The Fisherman

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


He walked on up to the cottage from The cliff, the long way round, He didn’t want to be seen or heard, His footsteps made no so..
-my hands weren't as steady as hers.

-my hands weren't as steady as hers.

A Poem by Cait Simms


I watched her pull the cigarettefrom her mouth.We sit together in silenceas I watched the smoke drift from the end of the pleasure that was wedged bet..
Is it my fault

Is it my fault

A Poem by Michel'le


Is it my fault?That you wanted me for my bodyUsing me as a human sex toyTaking my feelings and distorting themIs it my fault?That I allowed you to do ..
Undiscovered

Undiscovered

A Poem by Patricia


Uncovering the mind gives the possibility of an inexistent accordance. Burn the fear with the cover, let it fit and love.
Snacking on nostalgia

Snacking on nostalgia

A Poem by SleeplessVolcano


"Tastes good"
Nothing But Ash and Dust

Nothing But Ash and Dust

A Poem by Samuel Evan


Aftermath of a relationship, nothing more.
Backwards/Forward

Backwards/Forward

A Poem by Gio S.P.


A poem about regret and acceptance.
Ode_to_a_Bar

Ode_to_a_Bar

A Poem by Heidi Franklin


The poem I wrote when the local dive bar burned down
Yours Obediently, Goodbye

Yours Obediently, Goodbye

A Poem by Dear Aurth,


The picture of us is fadeing ...
Burn

Burn

A Poem by gabiaimee


I felt my body burn
I Miss the Rain

I Miss the Rain

A Poem by Johannes Fahrion


I Miss the RainI don’t want to burn. I don’t want to live. I don’t want to try. I don’t want to give. I don&rs..
Misfit

Misfit

A Poem by wickedcharm


Her body hummed an old and raspy jazz And her strained skin made of butterfly wings smelled of dust and fire as her memory burned into oblivion
Singing Tweet Tweet!

Singing Tweet Tweet!

A Poem by TinaM201549


Her hair still long and curly smelled of singed burnt hair. Her eyes big brown still with tears. The little girl just nearly three years old had gott..
Danger

Danger

A Poem by Georgia


We live in a world of pure delusionThe things that we see are just an illusionWords that we hear could be truth or lieUttering phrases in perfect disg..
Where Angels Fly

Where Angels Fly

A Poem by Chaos Stone


Could I?
Embers

Embers

A Poem by Maddy Stillman


birthed in light and smokeardent and young to takea first glance at the worldwith eyes flickering across horizons;bouncing from cloud to crown𱉮..