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If I Don't RememberA Poem by L. AerickoJust about a really close friend of mine that I can no longer see. |
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Ghosts in the MiddayA Poem by L. AerickoSmallish poem that came to me in a weird bout of motivation and irritation. |
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The Grief of HappinessA Poem by L. AerickoLucid dreams are a b***h. |
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Analogies for DepressionA Poem by L. Aericko"Depression is a war" just wasn't doing it for me. |
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Sudden RainA Poem by David DarabianTo the parents of the young victims in the many pointless wars around the globe |
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TruthA Story by Cody WigginsThere is nothing quite as cold as the wing blowing in your face, yet you feel nothing Nothing as dark as a morning in which you wish the sun never sh.. |
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The Mold Inside the FruitA Story by Taylor St. Ongetrying to make sense of my grief like |
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The Death of a Best FriendA Book by LeisiWhen your best friend dies, your whole world changes. |
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With Their Sadness Comes a GlowA Poem by Zachary JudeThe complexities of healing. |
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October 21A Poem by Zachary JudeOctober 21, 2018 // October 21, 2019 |
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Snow on Cypress TreesA Poem by Kelly ScheppersSnow on Cypress Trees Once again it's the time of year for the cognitive joys of holidays past. Carved turkeys and crusted pie.. |
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My GiantA Poem by Robert RonnowSummer rain, melting Arcticsand the lipids lining the nervesin your brain. These are the metricsof our times. Mere resolveis not enough to take careal.. |
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In the Same RoomA Poem by Laura KateI pretended that you were in the same roomstanding around the tablecounting the stuffings we had this yearsage and onion - your favouriteand sprouts!Y.. |
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The Apothercary's Guide to GriefA Story by ^-^The pathology of grievance is a dangerous subject. Despondency itself seems a plague that spreads thick and frivolous, but the apothecaries of the dis.. |
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Golden FlowersA Poem by Isabel BrianneCoping with loss |
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Not Elves, ExactlyA Poem by Michael R. BurchNot Elves, ExactlybyMichael R. BurchSomething there is that likes a wall,that likes it spiked and likes it tall,that likes its pikes’ sharp rows.. |
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Not RomanticallyA Poem by Zachary JudeWritten in a rush, Gotta get these thoughts down Never thought I'd miss your little backwards town .. |
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