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One and Two

One and Two

A Poem by Eugin


The true One in Two's clothing might be the worst kind because that means One knows the s**t is out there and it practices the conscious self-deceptio..
The Unasked and Never Answered

The Unasked and Never Answered

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


"Still, like air, I rise." ~ Maya Angelou
Black Ribbon Rose

Black Ribbon Rose

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


She was always a mystery. Whatever her name, no one knows.
The Better Man

The Better Man

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


The Better Manby Michael R. Burch Dear Ed: I don’t understand whyyou will publish this other guywhen I’m brilliant, devoted,one hel..
There was room

There was room

A Poem by C. Peril


One word - reconciliation * Inspired by Brian Fallon's song You Have Stolen My Heart
The Unknown

The Unknown

A Poem by Wolvesta


Why we fear the dark
Come, You (the death poem of Rainer Maria Rilke)

Come, You (the death poem of Rainer Maria Rilke)

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


Come, Youby Rainer Maria Rilkeloose translation/interpretation byMichael R. BurchCome, you―the last one I acknowledge; return―incurable pa..
Dear Editor or Shreditor

Dear Editor or Shreditor

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


Dear Editor or Shreditorby Michael R. BurchDear Ed: I don’t understand whyyou will publish this other guy―when I’m brilliant, devote..
Music

Music

A Poem by Rose


Let the music flow through your homeand go wherever it wishes to roam.let it take rootdeep within your bonesand slip awayinto the unknowns.
Letter to self

Letter to self

A Story by Incognitus


Dear Sui, It would be impossible to count as to how many times I have written to you. The number of pages and letter out there written that may never..
Ah-Ha

Ah-Ha

A Poem by KeiLynn


Trapped in transition, not in control of your destiny, feels silly to even make a plan because it always goes...yep, it all makes sense...that nothi..
The Unknown

The Unknown

A Poem by Anna Rivers


In some ways, it would have been better if things only stayed the same...But they can't be the same.Jane looked out her window and knew it to be so.....
Coming back

Coming back

A Poem by Cassandra Jane


This is a poem about my struggles going through treatment. P:S: this is my first poem

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