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Some People 2: Self Realization

Some People 2: Self Realization

A Poem by ikibala222


this is the second out of a little series i did called "Some People" which is meant to capture and conquer that pesky cliche " you are your own worst ..
Some People 3: Pattern Recognition

Some People 3: Pattern Recognition

A Poem by ikibala222


this is the third out of a little series i did called "Some People" which is meant to capture and conquer that pesky cliche " you are your own worst e..
Some People 4: "Some People"

Some People 4: "Some People"

A Poem by ikibala222


this is the forth out of a little series i did called "Some People" which is meant to capture and conquer that pesky cliche " you are your own worst e..
Some People 5: Change...?

Some People 5: Change...?

A Poem by ikibala222


this is the fifth out of a little series i did called "Some People" which is meant to capture and conquer that pesky cliche " you are your own worst e..
Some People 6: I'm An Old Dog (No New Tricks For Me.)

Some People 6: I'm An Old Dog (No New Tricks For M..

A Poem by ikibala222


this is the sixth out of a little series i did called "Some People" which is meant to capture and conquer that pesky cliche " you are your own worst ..
The Poseur

The Poseur

A Poem by Marty Weil


There is a tribe called the Pseudo. Professor Freud for the title. Craze-mongers who pick up and drop cinéma-vérité. Creators ..
Folkart

Folkart

A Poem by La Malagua


Come on. Does it really need one?
The Bad Water

The Bad Water

A Poem by La Malagua


More of the same.
You don't See Grubby Kids no More

You don't See Grubby Kids no More

A Poem by Daniel Eaves


What happened to eating dirt?
Whatever

Whatever

A Poem by Bryän


Whatever.Life has become digital.Prescription drugs make life cyclical.Whatever.My friends are made of plasma,linked in this electric miasma.Whatever...
The New Reality Television

The New Reality Television

A Story by Evie McFarland


A short commentary on the role of reality television in a society increasingly obsessed with triviality.
Her

Her

A Story by labyrinthapathy


This piece was written a bit of time ago. I never got around to finishing because of the constant stops in the phrasing, though I did seem to enjoy th..
Just a Few

Just a Few

A Poem by CosminDZS


not sure how I feel about this one
Hysterics

Hysterics

A Poem by Kiah


You smile in my face.You laugh at my dark skinThat you often sliced with whip marksYousnicker at my unique figureThat you used to rape and exhaust You..