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Shut Down EyesA Poem by Natashawhat happens when technology takes a hold on us, what do we become? |
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Life Stuck on RepeatA Poem by Whitney KleinhuizenA day in the life of an obsession. |
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These WallsA Poem by PoemsbyPatrickThese walls are meant to hold me, To shield me from myself. They manage and control me, My life in order on a shelf. These walls are m.. |
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Shadow PuppetsA Poem by Natashaseeing through your shadow, why must you hide? |
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Tuscan SunriseA Book by Ana Drake*Twilight Fanfiction* With the existence of half-vampires coming to light, Rosalie realizes the possibility of finally having a family of her own. Bu.. |
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PrologueA Chapter by Ana Drake"Laura? Whats going on in there?"I look back to him and smile. "Too much."Emmett laughs a little, leaning back to relax against the couch. "Same here... |
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A Dance She Leads (metered in time)A Poem by ChanceAfro Man -- She Won't Let Me Fuck0:00 eyes lock I move0:30 I touch A shoulder A thigh It doesn't mater It's the touch0:45 What's your name? I'.. |
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Chapter OneA Chapter by Ana DrakeChapter One// As the sunrises They came in the night, just before dawn. Ourlegendshad beenwrong, everything we'dbelievedwaswrong. They wer.. |
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Chapter TwoA Chapter by Ana DrakeWhatever it takesI'vealways loved beautiful thing’s...Clothes, jewelry and such thing’s. AndI'vealways had them. From my fir.. |
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Tell MeA Poem by KristinTell me what to do'Cause I'm really not too sureTell Me What to say'Cause I'm not too good with wordsTell me how to actCause it's really kind of absur.. |
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I am Tired.A Story by A Social CorpseAre you? |
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Eight + FightA Chapter by AllisonFight for what you think is right, but don't deny everyone's opinions too quickly. |
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What about now?A Poem by KristinI'm meYou're youYou're not meAndI'mnot youI do thisYou do thatLet's fall into blissAfter we have this chatI'm meYou're youYou're not meAnd I'm not you.. |
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the castle of my love lifeA Poem by zzcomicmy current position |
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AngerA Poem by J.TruthThere's nothing wrongwith being madStaying mad, the anger that keeps coming I've never had it this bad.My clenching fists leaving trail marks on my sm.. |
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NoxiousA Poem by KatAs usual the name I've chosen hints only to the feeling of the poem I wrote, give it a chance. It's up to you. The reader. |
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