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Tell Me

Tell Me

A Poem by Talia


I said I’m sorry I don't feel like me I feel like I don’t matter anymore You tell me that you couldn’t agree And you picked me u..
In Over My Head

In Over My Head

A Poem by Natasha De Tracie


trigger warning: gore; body horror
Falling Out of Love WIth You Again

Falling Out of Love WIth You Again

A Poem by Natasha De Tracie


You sparkle in the neon lights, tonight, my dear And I fear my words Will never be anywhere near enough - Falling on dead ears. You tell me: "..
Hooked For You Again

Hooked For You Again

A Poem by Natasha De Tracie


Opium incense burn. I walk the left-hand path. I miss the smell of your cigarettes. . . I beg for nothing. I dig for nothing. But here I..
Lizard-Lipped Kisses

Lizard-Lipped Kisses

A Poem by Natasha De Tracie


My flesh crawls, Scraping talon-like Finger nails. Lizard-lipped kisses And glassy, teary, bulging eyes. I find it repulsive! The very thought is so o..
Red Light District in Late October

Red Light District in Late October

A Poem by Natasha De Tracie


Your touch makes me wither. Skin to skin in late October. Red lights make you wild; This music makes me sweat. ..Hot breaths begin to sync. I'm hotter..
Please Don't Say "I Love You"

Please Don't Say "I Love You"

A Poem by Natasha De Tracie


Planning out days we would never live. Let me know when you want head off. Dear, don’t play me for a fool these days. I know that l..
Love is WIthin Him

Love is WIthin Him

A Poem by Natasha De Tracie


Lust to take the pain away. Dreams to hide the tears. I lie to both of us, Hidden beneath our blankets. This is what I asked for. ..
We Are

We Are

A Poem by Natasha De Tracie


We are nothing but the regurgitated information we have experienced before.We are our belief systems, even the trust in a lack of a belief.We are the ..
Pour Your Anguish Over Me

Pour Your Anguish Over Me

A Poem by Natasha De Tracie


trigger warning: gore; body horror
He Smells Like Lucky Strikes and Whiskey

He Smells Like Lucky Strikes and Whiskey

A Poem by Natasha De Tracie


Darling,SittingBurning like an Unfiltered cigaretteOld school kind of bluesThat I don't dare to forget. You better leave meWith something Worth all th..
The Wind

The Wind

A Poem by Jacques - iNkwire


I wrote this hanging out downtown on a Sunday.