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Within me...A Poem by Sachi RuayaI hate you. You're my Monday, You're my Brussel sprout" You're my doomsday" |
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Hold MeA Poem by k.s.You only hold mewhen my skin tastes like honey.Never when I’m bleeding and soaked in salt.You blame it on your past,I blame it on myself. Maybe .. |
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AnxietyA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterP..I practically had a panic attack while on an aeroplane, so I wrote to relieve the stress. I enjoyed writing this, it got rid of my anxiety. |
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See MeA Poem by Courtney M WatsonI wish I was made of windows,so you could see right through me.I’m drowning in this muck,what mud!& nobody can view me.I am, I live,I love &.. |
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Watch Me Fall ApartA Poem by siobhanI feel like crap |
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I’m trappedA Poem by StellaI’m trapped in a place |
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againA Poem by Willie Lovethe beginning Written: February 2, 2018 |
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Not MeA Poem by Athena AngelRemember who you are |
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The Problem With Really, Really Wanting To Kiss So..A Poem by Madeleine Celestecan I get uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh answer to my questions about life |
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When can I?A Poem by Evan M.there are a few words in this one for those of you who dont like bad language sorry but its the only way i can get my point across... |
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MeA Poem by WrittenCriesTake one look and what do you see? At first you see a women, a short women. You noice the parts where the skins rolls, the long brown hair, and the .. |
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KaleidoscopeA Poem by M. E. LeeI knew I liked you the first time I saw you. The second time, I had stars in my eyes but Third time was a charm: you said my name. Fourth tim.. |
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in the sound of it allA Poem by Alfred Kukitzcan you hear me now |
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IA Story by k.I am the waves. I can be loud, I can be quiet. Some like my presence while I’m a nuisance to others. I cause pain, or happiness. It’s blac.. |
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Waqt [TIME]A Poem by Yogita Jaiswalits about time |
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when i was littleA Poem by kathleenthis is just something i came up with while laying in bed, thinking about my past self. |
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Time and Change in Us.A Story by TragicallyHumanThe fear of time, change and ourselves all connects. |
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