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perceptionsA Poem by Crashshort poem about hiding in plain site |
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I Love YouA Poem by Urlande101I wrote this when i was depress because of this stupid boy i used to liked (Lol). I know its a little weird but i just wrote what i felt. |
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Made of GlassA Poem by Brianna WoodwardCrowded hallways, Loud rooms. People talking, Love blooms. Quiet smiles, Sweet laughs, All unnoticed, All surpassed. Small a.. |
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Blossoms DecayA Poem by MartinaBeauty decays unseen...review please! |
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Caught In The MiddleA Poem by Emma Marie TaylorCaught in the middle, quiet, unknownDrifting by lifeless, forgotten, aloneRemembered watching, waiting, standing by Sneaking away from the smiles, sti.. |
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Illusions of a delusional mindA Poem by MysteriaIllusions, of a delusional mind. Escape, from realities grasp. |
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Soul WindA Poem by Dream HunterThe Wind of the Soul... |
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Water WaterA Poem by Malcolm J. WattSome thoughts on my last name |
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Murder She WroteA Poem by Dominique LambrightNot being heard or seen for who I am |
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MoreA Poem by SkylanaI was texting a friend while i was writing this, and i went to type book (cause we were talking about books and games) and i typed the word more inste.. |
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UnseenA Chapter by RenéeI often wonder,what happens to tears unseen…little tender drops,shed in loneliness, and sadness, deep.Do they evaporate skyward,never to be c.. |
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This ThingA Poem by sweetlovelydeadA 13-year old's letter to the imaginary being she created to help her through gender-confused puberty, emotional trauma, and untreated mental illness. |
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The Mind Below the MireA Story by BryänOne drop of ink fell from the quill to the yellowing page. Beyond the iron lattice- work of the chamber window, tracts of desolate land could be obs.. |
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Diary of a Guardian AngelA Book by Ashley.M.EHumans, that which is half pure half sin, just one pull between being an angel or a demon. Guardian Angel's protect the pure. |
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Invisible in Its TimeA Poem by BeeNot till the day is done Does man long for the sun. As the light was never missed while it shone, A flower is not noticed till it's gone. If all b.. |
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Epilepsy.A Poem by C.A PhippsOkay, so this piece of writing I wrote to accompany my final art exam detailing how frightening it is to live with epilepsy like I do. Just spreading .. |
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