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Phone Booth PhilosophyA Poem by The Things She NotedI tried calling you today from the pay phone by the lakeThe phone booth was graffitied in childlike writingProfanitiesI tried calling you with hands s.. |
Seat At My TableA Poem by The Things She NotedI can’t stand you but would you sit with meA seat at my tableNow that’s hard to come by because I’m always playing musical chairs wi.. |
What Inspires an Addict?A Poem by The Things She NotedI find that inspiration fuels my addiction Because I am only seductive when I am sedated And my words look so much better When I say them slurred.. |
Dotting DaughterA Poem by The Things She NotedAnd there he lay in the palest pigment that I have ever seen man rest in He looked distressed in a coating of thin blue complexion He looked so weak.. |
Fish Out of WaterA Poem by The Things She NotedSometimes my naivety makes me feel like a child How gullible I must appear How simple it is to fool me The candy behind your back Which hand to .. |
Glass of TimeA Poem by Jimmy GlennLove poem |
CelebrationA Story by Your Favorite NicheYou look around and don't know anyone, but they keep coming up to you, smiles in your face, and criticisms behind your back. They shake your hand and .. |
Mary FooleyA Poem by The Things She NotedTo Mrs. Mary Fooley - Though I don't know you, I see you |
Sacrificing SadnessA Poem by The Things She NotedJust tell the Voodoo PriestessI’ll pay her in blood tomorrowWhat runs through my veins tonightIs far too stale to sacrificeWhen she is not liste.. |
NorthA Poem by julianbroadwayNorthOaken bearer; leaves decay.Orange and crimson paintedthough wanted, May.Northern power,nature like this resides.Beautiful in the way it dies.Unli.. |
I saw myself,A Poem by Daddi_Chilli*TW ABUSE* As someone who has struggled with many different emotions regarding abuse, this was a powerful step for me in beginning to find a way to re.. |
Coffee, Music, You, and Nothing ElseA Poem by LifietheryIn my peaceful days, I always drink coffee. Well, it reminds me of you and me. Bittersweet, a perfect blend indeed. Then I'd turn on the mus.. |
the moon loves her sun (the sun loves his moon)A Poem by Tori Lynnthe description of the relationship between a anxious and scared moon and a proud and tired sun |
SmileA Poem by lostplasticWhere did your smile go... |
BondsA Poem by ANBU WritingsThe magic of bonds |