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Things I've Learned In Trap HousesA Poem by Makayla1. A fridge full of baking soda is better than one with food. There is a hunger within that only capital can satisfy. Which is to say that a full man .. |
Don't FitA Poem by EmilyBoost my repellant for wolves like you, Waiting for my anger to brewShowing off your multiple timbres, trust me, I won’t be limber for youLegs c.. |
ExhaustionA Poem by Stormy Wrightwhy am I always tired?is it the games? the laziness?maybe the nine to five work schedule.I try, and try to stay awake.oh, honey. I want a divorce.I ca.. |
CharacterA Poem by LaineyI claw at the man-made walls of my prison,My soul searching for a form of release...but finding none.I see the world through windows of the soul that .. |
Cold WeatherA Poem by DaydreamingI made her smile like Summer,So she could feel the Fall, When I left her in Winter.- I wonder if your smile is still that warm. |
You.A Poem by K-O-IYou. You the simple word you, what does it actually mean to you?Who are you?Where are you?What are you?You are a person that people see.You.. |
The Blessing of a FriendA Poem by Jeremy HilesThis is a poem that came to me while I was sitting on my bed deep in thought one afternoon recently... |
AwayA Poem by Yam ZenWatching people rushing through the streets and you saw the person that you always wanted to talk to but that person is running away from you. |
A Morning at SeaA Poem by Alex DSThe pure moment of morning bliss at sea |
Don't do this to yourselfA Poem by Samantha TaylorI wrote this about 2 years ago now. I had a soulmate. A sister. Someone I loved so dearly. She pasted in October 2016. She was so kind hearted and adv.. |
I'm a pieceA Poem by Samantha TaylorI was obviously feeling regret when writing this... |
It's always the sameA Poem by Samantha TaylorAround the time I wrote this, a guy had royally screwed with my heart, and well I wrote this in his point of view. |
How Far I've ComeA Poem by Samantha TaylorI look back on how far I've comeAnd all the times I cried,Screaming I'm done.All the nights I prayed not to wake upThe next morning.All the days I lie.. |
BreatheA Poem by Samantha TaylorThis was when I met my husband, i was going through a very rough time. |