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Someone I knewA Poem by Celie RoseLetting go is hard, but holding on is even harder. |
RehtomA Poem by BrokenWingedPhoenixWaterlogged journal of a wayward soul… Weary and lost, with nowhere to go. There she sat simmering and stewing in glory, Teeming wi.. |
The Wall of DenialA Poem by Bohrium GuyJust some passing thoughts |
Please Poison MeA Poem by EnglishMajor55Poisonous relationships. We are so intoxified by our partners, that we are willing to stay - even if it is deadly. |
Mensonge, a Love StoryA Poem by NouveauTriste"Mensonge" is French for "lying," so the title translates to "Lying, a Love Story." These are lyrics I've been working on putting to music, keep in .. |
PloddingA Poem by Shawn HatfieldTwo poems, "Plodding" and "Anxious Love" were published in a local acclaimed newspaper called The Purcellville Gazette on November 27th, 2015. Link.. |
LingerA Poem by AnnaI feel the soft glow of something ever warming and good,deep inside it grows until it runs in my very blood to strive.But then somewhere it fades, it .. |
I Grieve TodayA Poem by Celie RoseGrieving a loss.of a loved one. |
So do my Favors and the Essence of BergamotA Poem by Mister_RyanI sensed the taste of suicide from your breath As you began to retreat into your dearest leaf. You were too happy to be alive, Too numb to unders.. |
I'm not a good choice.A Poem by sheandherselfFriendships with broken people are hard. But they're worth it all. |
Blacks in Stacks in Fear in FactsA Stage Play by SethnicityA Brief History of Black America. |
one foot out the doorA Chapter by Lyn Andersoncultivating intimacy isn't exactly easy after failure |
i dreamt of you in the dayA Chapter by Lyn Andersonoh meandering here and there in the past and present |
You Were What You WereA Poem by Ashlene SinghPlease Share this with anyone who has experienced abuse. This is dedicated to those women who are stuck in that horrible cycle and can not see hope. H.. |
PainA Chapter by Lyn Andersonwhere I am at at the moment |
painful morningsA Chapter by Lyn Andersonit really isn't pretty, it's not even poetry, it's just me coping. |
come to think of itA Chapter by Lyn Andersonpain IS like the EX, and the EX is pain. |