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Oblivious IntentA Story by Not-So-Sure-MyselfSome people, to avoid facing the truth, retreat to a previous moment/memory right before the trauma happened. They are oblivious to anything after. |
Emotions of a Monster.A Poem by M. M. LovarTrying not to scar myself,I walked down the narrow hallway.Towards the end, there stands a door.My mind races for things to say...For, beyond that smo.. |
Profession Of Self-Sacrificial LoveA Poem by AveTNJust a short rumination that popped in my head one day while listening to music. It is short, to the point, and from the heart :) |
Pandora's Paradox~A Poem by Frieda PPress the outer limitsof sanityconsentingto denial's deep fixengrossed in past filingsobliviousto the ebbs and flowwhilst darkness looms,slicing throu.. |
Victim of broken rhythmA Poem by Pax-unforseen lies, duality, right, wrong, denial,hurt |
Beautiful Baby DaughterA Poem by caseymichelle31This poem is about how parents shouldn't have such high expectations for their children. Accept them for who they are, no matter what. That is what ma.. |
A Living DenialA Story by RabbiRebikRory McDonald is happy-go-lucky in 1960s Seattle, however, he soon becomes worried over the war in Vietnam, until he talks to a girl who tells him to .. |
TurnedA Poem by FlamingPhoenixFor those who learn to live in the state of acceptance |
Through the TreesA Story by Nina C PalmerThis is the into to the poetry book I am writing. |
understand...I'mma MAN babyA Poem by ShirlenaDon't ask...don't tell but then maybe I should tell something. There is a very complex condition among black culture discussed recently on the radio.... |
Untitled Number OneA Poem by dominicjThis is my first attempt at poetry, so please do your worst. |
InteraptusA Poem by ApebbleInteraptus It was a cold morning day, And was my first day back at school. Dropped in new surrounding, I knew not what to do. I walked i.. |
Just another silly love poemA Poem by EmilyBiancaSometimes it's hard to admit your feelings. |
VillageA Story by Sharan SureshThe few things we forget among our billion distractions. What would you learn if you could spent some time with your conscience? |
stuck on a hook.....................................A Poem by Frieda Pcobalt metal monkeys cling in reeling creative circus chaos like dripping molten ash ache from the fallout you exhale darkly riddled .. |
Drugged and DirtyA Poem by KayleenTime Wastes Everything. |