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Seat At My Table

Seat At My Table

A Poem by The Things She Noted


I can’t stand you but would you sit with meA seat at my tableNow that’s hard to come by because I’m always playing musical chairs wi..
An ungrateful calamity

An ungrateful calamity

A Poem by capricornwriter


This poem is related to the current situation of the corona virus pandemic. It discusses people's emotions, facts and different interpretations.
*undecided*

*undecided*

A Story by Atlas


Small piece of a book i am writing, where a demon character has been told to kill their brother by their summoner, who they should protect. He is deba..
What Inspires an Addict?

What Inspires an Addict?

A Poem by The Things She Noted


I find that inspiration fuels my addiction Because I am only seductive when I am sedated And my words look so much better When I say them slurred..
Dotting Daughter

Dotting Daughter

A Poem by The Things She Noted


And there he lay in the palest pigment that I have ever seen man rest in He looked distressed in a coating of thin blue complexion He looked so weak..
'Empathy'

'Empathy'

A Story by LaviCat80


I am terrible at describing what I write. Anything that comes out from my mind, guess I have to write. So, who is brave enough to interpret my work? P..
Flirting With Death

Flirting With Death

A Poem by alittledistraction


I flirt with Death when I'm bored.
arguing

arguing

A Poem by noorberber


i don’t feel like arguing you always end up shutting me down and i apologize you say “okay” We stop talking to me for a while th..
Borrowed Space

Borrowed Space

A Poem by sweetspicedgherkins


A poem about the world?
The Fish

The Fish

A Poem by anxious_al


When a fish is taken from the oceanThey are not ready to give up the life they knowThere is still so much depth to exploreBut fishermen do not care ab..
Scars

Scars

A Poem by Tanvi H.


My intend was not to demotivate anyone...it's just that I had a bad day and so, to relax I wrote this poem
wars

wars

A Poem by Unheard


A silent mouth sitting across the room,looking outside the window he focuses on the moon,i looked at him and started to think,'what is he thinking?'a ..
Her Cries

Her Cries

A Poem by Methmi Mandara


She is crying

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