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A Letter To YouA Poem by Anayai said the last poem was my last, I guess it is not.. this is my forbidden love continued. |
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AbuseA Poem by BrittBratBroskiI look down and I am in a pool of my own blood. I look up and you are holding the knife. I look at you and you are bleeding too. I look behind you and.. |
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The Things That HurtA Story by Dominik D. RitesI wrote this late at night and within the span of maybe less than an hour so I tweaked it so it isn't a huge mess. |
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Lesbians in Flip Flops Chapter 3A Story by Tony ConaghanA semi autobiographical novella of my distant life. Tony, a crane operator plagued with a life of drama, dreams of a simpler life. Getting there howev.. |
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The Flames that Feed My SoulA Poem by BrittBratBroskiNovember 29, 2013 |
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Destiny is Predetermined in This Physically Finite..A Poem by BrittBratBroskiScars We all have them We all leave them Either burned by intense passion Or by getting stabbed repeat.. |
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The Girl in the SnowA Poem by Scorpion FlametailThe wind felt like the lash of a whip,As she struggled through snow, up to her hip.Tears froze to her face, mixed with the ice and snow.If she would e.. |
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Planned coincidenceA Poem by YahalloA one-sided fantasy. |
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ScabsA Poem by BrittBratBroskiNovember 29, 2013 |
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EvolveA Poem by SweetWriter88I closed my eyes. I listened. I heard. I accept. I explained. I was hated. So I sat there in silence. I tasted with my heart. I felt. I was.. |
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Dream CatcherA Poem by FoundInThoughtFeedback is welcome. I started to write these as lyrics. |
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2. THE PIERCED HEARTA Chapter by Peter RogersonIs it possible for a thirteen year old boy to do this? |
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AppreciationA Poem by Levi RileySpoken word: Appreciation by Levi Riley I’m shaken. Earth beneath me is quaking. Am I mistaken to think that each step taken is forsaken w.. |
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manderine sunA Poem by aspenokay okayi never told youwhat it meant to me my eyes strained in the sunlight and i cried and criedthe last time i saw youokay okay i conceal emo.. |
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Fringes.A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldA look at what the mind focuses on in a funeral home, well at least for me, those damn fringes will haunt me forever. |
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Lost and Not AdjustingA Poem by Green RegolPost-College Anxiety |
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