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i (don't) love youA Poem by Sweat&Bloodups and downsforget-me-notslust and lovethat's our lovehate and loveyou're my suntears and laughsthat's what we areuntildawnseptember 12thi got madyou.. |
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fall with meA Poem by Sweat&Bloodi fell without ui fell hardu flew without meu flew highi was ur rocku were my sunbut nowwe have broken each otherbut have also repaired each otherplea.. |
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lateA Poem by Sweat&Bloodi stay up late12 amwithout u in my bed |
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To Grandmother and MotherA Poem by William RousseauThis is a poem written in the midst of nostalgia. |
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WHAT HAVE YOU GOT LEFT? Written by Rïén KelsoA Poem by splattercore#poetry #poem #poetrycommunity #horror #death #blood #slasher #metal #deathmetal #dailypoem #dailypoetry #splattercore #suicide #young #old #youth #be.. |
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The Black (w)holeA Poem by Oskar RouxOpen to interpretation |
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ashA Poem by Bellahands are numbwatching the ash flicker around me,falling to the ground.the red and yellowshedding little lighton a broken smile.why does cold associat.. |
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feeling aliveA Poem by BellaThe cold was made to be felt.My hatred for it grows every now and then,But I long for the days that demand the cold.My love and joy for that feeling f.. |
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imageA Poem by BellaHer image gets distorted every time she blinks.More and more,Until she doesn't recognise the face looking back at her.She pulls back the hair that fal.. |
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I wish I could erase you.A Poem by hypochondrita. |
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Lords Of MisruleA Poem by The Iron HorsemanA caustic comment on the mess our so-called leaders are making of our world. |
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The darkness is goneA Poem by Ben Robinsonfinally, the darkness is gone... |
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intoxicated thoughtsA Poem by BellaIt's crazy how the mind works.I'm sober,And all that's on my mind is when I'll see you again.I've had a few drinks,And all I can see is your smile,And.. |
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tryA Poem by BellaI really try my best,I couldn't say that about anything else.You probably don't think much about it,But I do.And I hate.I hate myself for being the wa.. |
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her existenceA Poem by BellaShe feels agitated and anxious.Always on edge,Waiting for something but not expecting anything.She doesn't think she should be here but she is,And she.. |
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Mother, DearestA Poem by Talia M.The lamentations of a bereaved daughter |
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