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LeatherA Poem by SolomonIt’s the light " the way it shines through the windows and coats the walls. It’s the wooden floors " worthy of tears, we forgot how the wo.. |
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Do You Ponder Me Yet?A Poem by Just CharlesCertainly, a question many of us ask when ending a relationship. |
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Prosa NovaA Poem by Nyxrandom and stuff |
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July 16, 2009A Story by NyxA letter I wrote in '09 to a girl named Dashiel |
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Sorry About ThatA Poem by yourhaircutmanI had to go. I needed to get away. I felt too much. |
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Sad FightsA Poem by yourhaircutmanWords fall from our mouths, words that hold the identity of anger, sadness, apology. As these words spill out, so do the tears, tears that hold .. |
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Safe InsideA Poem by yourhaircutmanKeep it all in because you have nobody to go to. You're alone, really. Like the sun, you're continuously doing things for others, trying to bet.. |
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A Sunny MorningA Poem by yourhaircutmanThe morning sun renewed me today, gave me a new sense of purpose. It gave back to me what I was missing and made me feel whole for the first tim.. |
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Swinging NightsA Poem by yourhaircutmanThe cool air rustles the hairs on my legs. The dim lights that are falling from the string of lights banded to the garage appear as mere decorati.. |
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Something Like That.A Poem by Anna SandyPage after page of all these things that I might thinkspending all my money, just to get fresh inkand not the kind that makes you cool or makes your p.. |
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Deriving FreedomA Poem by Anna SandyTry to start it up, and sometimes it doesn’t turn over. Every once in awhile it squeals right before it turns over. The heat doesn’t wor.. |
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Growl Opera (From the Balcony of My House)A Story by Nyxwritten ten minutes after witnessing another one of the commonly occurring commotions outside |
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Clenched fists, beating hearts, and heavy feet. Li..A Poem by Anna SandyIf you were a shaper, what would you shape? If I dubbed you creator, is this the destruction you would create? You spoil your own foul moods, and .. |
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My First Book Will Be Title The Same As My Life Mo..A Poem by Anna SandyI always figured, if I broke my ankles, I could at least sit down and write.The only sport I need to play is trying to be alright.I can fool any head .. |
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Writer's BlockA Poem by Heather BereskinA prose poem I just wrote out to try and cure my writer's block...still not sure if it completely worked. |
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The Shadow Within MeA Poem by Mark BestIt bleeds through Like blood through cloth It infects Like the worst disease It stains Like so much blood on my hands Madness It’s the.. |
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