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african heartA Book by deux otiExposes the life of an african |
Daffodil's Dew - Cancer AwarenessA Poem by Brandon M. MitchellA free style poem with the upcoming Cancer Awareness month. Please read and give me your thoughts :) |
Trauma - "Void" (1/3)A Story by ARevenantKingdom [ARK]A look behind the darkness in a young man's eyes |
From Ruins Come HopeA Story by Brenda WoodsA fighter at heart; she'll rebuild herself from the wreckage. |
Lover Or Witchfinder?A Poem by JayJayBlueAbout trying to understand the difference between love and being controlled. How it can feel like a form of Stockholm Syndrome |
/hands/eyes/voice/man/A Poem by Laney Filimonovmy be triggering |
Our Stifled TearsA Poem by Jadeyn MontgomeryPain doesn't always make sense. |
AftershockA Poem by Rac7helUnder the stony walls,these are the only walls left,we gather.We, the weathered, the broken.Survivors, if we don'tcrumble.Our footstepsand vocal chord.. |
A Knights Loyalty, Worth More Then A Knights Life.A Story by Verge-kunFrederick was a model soldier, loyalty unparalleled, and skills unmatched, but through a series of traumatic events, he comes to little more then a ja.. |
Boyish DreamsA Poem by Peter PappasA childhood lost |
Time OutA Story by BroodingOneLocked in a room with no way out, a little girl cries for help. |
NakedA Poem by Stella RiederIt's too late It's been so long What a mistake, to wait Now I'm in the wrong And I still can't seem to live Not with the nightmares He still h.. |
Ugly, bitter hate chapter 1A Chapter by RainAlice needs to come to terms with her broken life and tries to pick up the pieces the person she loved most shattered. |
The InterrogatorA Story by Andy MokInspired by Jack London, Robert Harris and the gradually-radicalizing post-Umbrella politics in Hong Kong. |
google historyA Poem by Meghan Reneeactual parts of my google history |
I Wish My Parents Aborted MeA Poem by Faith AlmazanFound some of my old poetry from when I was in high-school. |
Untitled RageA Poem by Gaia OctaviaI am filled with a red, blistering rage. A roiling, boiling, blistering rage-ocean steaming and churning in the unfettered tides of my shifting mood.. |