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Doing TimeA Poem by NotapoetAs I sit alone in my cell My mind starts to dwell On the fact that I’m still here Trapped in my own hell Alone and impr.. |
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Let Me Find My Own Way HomeA Poem by t.m.I am in control of what I feel, The majority at least. I have this fear that, Without explanation, Seems irrational to many. But I know one of .. |
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Tortured SoulA Poem by NotapoetEyes look into the mirror Expecting to see truth But only emptiness is reveled Words whispered into the night Echo back screaming.. |
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Touchless TortureA Poem by JayceeCA bit erotic..mostly sensual |
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Our PyramidsA Poem by Colton WarrThey do exist... |
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Master's HandsA Poem by JayceeCAdult content |
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A new world…A Story by IkabeAn old man set in front of his typewriter... |
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S i l e n c e.A Poem by Emma Marie TaylorS i l e n c e. I can't stand thequiet. It corrupts from within It takes your whole being, screams through your skin Wraps its intentions in lonely goo.. |
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Overgrown SidewalkA Poem by kosternjust some random poem i threw together, i tried to keep it to 5 syllables per line, unfortunately i broke that |
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Displaced GuiltinessA Poem by Celie Rosewhy do we blame ourselves for others choices and actions. |
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Puppet MasterA Chapter by Shy JoeEmpty vessel of gullibility Adolescent driven curiosityTraveling the path of untouched cavernsDigging up undiscovered emotions Lit a way of hope Gu.. |
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Stone ColdA Poem by Sarah RoehrigFor anyone battling with a hard stone of a being |
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Dream CatcherA Story by Clara KevieMy dream catcher died. Now I have unwanted dreams again. |
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Stimulated AnxietiesA Poem by LeiAnxieties of human's darkest secrets even when we know the certainty of outcomes, do we still consider our disquietude as a symptom or a request to en.. |
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The New BeginningA Story by hookedbybooksIt was the year 2089. Exactly 2 years after ‘the new beginning’. It was a cold windy winter morning in the city of Edinburgh. The air was .. |
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VitalsA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonThe washing machine just moved my house. One hundred year old studs gyrate in circles as my clothes spin, and I am agape. A tornado has shorn oc.. |
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The ControlA Book by gannonradEllie was born as a Control, meaning, she was genetically created to help save mankind.The powers that now created her, want to use her, but she has n.. |
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