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R.I.PA Poem by hypochondrita. |
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Nothing to Seek forA Poem by Lawryie Mh-LkI just arrived at this point in my life when I have come to think that, there is nothing to seek for, not in a needy way. The thing is to want withou.. |
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Feel meA Poem by hypochondrita. |
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ShushA Poem by hypochondrita. |
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oblivionA Poem by hypochondrita. |
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Beautiful VersionA Poem by LeslieNoelA poem about being the best version of myself. |
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Normal PeopleA Poem by Earl SchumackerA slice of life with PB&J spread between two pieces of bread |
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The UnknownA Poem by Anna RiversIn some ways, it would have been better if things only stayed the same...But they can't be the same.Jane looked out her window and knew it to be so..... |
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Reaching Too HardA Poem by LeslieNoelThis poem describes how I use to give too freely of myself without protecting my own heart and energy. I have long since learned how to balance giving.. |
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DistrustA Poem by LeslieNoelThis poem illustrates the imbalance that can come about when a friendship is not well balanced. I have since come to terms with this situation. |
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Dark and LightA Poem by LeslieNoelThe battle between darkness and light in one's own mind can be both freeing and exhausting. |
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Fighting My DemonsA Poem by AnayaI'm fighting a battle, that's worth winning. |
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The Worse Kind (For the Ladies)A Poem by Diamond DunbarMen whose essence is everything you dreamed for but are the embodiment of a nightmare from hell. |
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The Work Here At HomeA Poem by R. Oxleyregarding returning to my childhood home, and the conflicting feelings of old trauma and new hopes. |
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Bound By JourneyA Poem by LeslieNoelA journey lies aheadFull on in capacityOpen and voluminousLarge and seemingly ominousYet bright with possibilityIt beckons to meAnd begs for me to fol.. |
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“The Wide Open-Ended Prima-Donna’s Finale” -..A Poem by FaeryQueen“The Wide Open-Ended Prima-Donna’s Finale”9.1.2110.14am.I lost my head in the clouds, somehow,And I told the commissioner to stop co.. |
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CatalystA Poem by Brian D. RothPain,push, pushPain like that of shoving a boulder, a bladethrough your own infinitesimal crevicethe threshold that yearns between the formula of crea.. |
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- bonding -A Poem by hypochondritacycle of violence is messed up. |
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YearsA Poem by ALex2024Time flies when you are having funand new friends are madeMemories merge, clear as mudbut one stands out from all the rest,the one of you held close t.. |
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