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noneA Poem by ThisismythearpyI drink to forget, but what am I forgetting? |
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Ode to NikiA Poem by WindlaurelMy dog passed away suddenly today and I'm trying to cope through poetry |
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Clean lungsA Poem by ThisismythearpyWhen you quit smoking, then want to go back to it for a coping mechanism. |
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The StormA Poem by BritebethJust a small depiction of my battle with borderline personality disorder. |
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CallingA Poem by SomnumA little piece I have arranged as a coping strategy, a temporary escape from my turmoil. I hope you enjoy reading it. |
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No Returns, Only ExchangesA Poem by goldenFirst post, not sure how this goes. This is about not feeling comfortable in your own skin and trying to cope with life and death through substance us.. |
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blackA Poem by aspenI glared at the wall across from me.the green paint chipping off,you could only see small amounts of the original coloreveryone still looks at the fac.. |
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All LoveA Poem by alexalikeswordsIf it were me, I would have burnedmy knees scavenging the library shelvesfor books on forgetting. Potions, alcohol,other men. I would tell youI have b.. |
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numbA Poem by aspenshe lays on the unwelcoming concrete, smelling of cherry vanilla cola and potfingers hovering over the blood gushing from her nose, she smears it down.. |
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Anxiety - A Rant From A Sleepless DreamerA Poem by Kathryn MoteI couldn't sleep, so I wrote until I could |
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RecoveryA Poem by Kathryn MoteLearning how to talk in Therapy |
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Frozen in TimeA Story by HaleyA true story, written in first-person point of view, about the loss and grief of losing my best friend in a tragic accident, at age 15. |
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Earnestly YoursA Poem by ZyphrilI won't get you back. |
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My MonstersA Book by MizuA girl from Texas recently lost her father and has trouble readjusting after her and her mother move to Michigan. |
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A Balcony ViewA Poem by Madeleine CelesteEver heard of a metaphor? This is like that, only more depressing. |
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The Things That I Felt For YouA Poem by Dominik D. RitesThe devil wore a halo. |
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3/17/18A Poem by Andre PetersonI was 15, I was suddenly separated from people I loved more than myself. No one warned me not to do such a thing at a young age. (Ironically they both.. |
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A Conference Call With MyselfA Screenplay by Kristian WisemanA way for a young man like me to cope. |
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