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SepsisA Poem by AJ BellYou’ll never know how many times a day I fantasize about running a blade across my skin.Feeling that dull burn and the pull of my flesh against .. |
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TonightA Poem by AJ BellTonight I’ll stand on the ledgeStare down at the rocks belowWatch as the waves crash in and kiss the shoreThe ones I’ve stared down at one.. |
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morphineA Poem by AJ BellOn a scale of one to ten how bad does it hurt?The doctor always asks this before giving you any form of relief.And you lie and say it’s an 8 whe.. |
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conditional loveA Poem by AJ BellLast night you told me my love was conditional.That I am selfish, once again.You tricked me.Told me you wanted to be more emotionally available.Told m.. |
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A HARMATTAN LETTERA Poem by Sylvia ChikaAs the dust settles on your windscreenI appearI’m here!I’ll write you a harmattan letterYeah, that’s me!If I wish to be naughty,I&rs.. |
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Criminal BehaviorA Book by Indra's ChildA collection of lyrics I'm writing chapter by chapter, OR The Big Book of Sex, Self Destruction, and Psychotic Breaks |
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Written HistoryA Chapter by MaximumFlightNotes writtenin mystery,Nobody knows the misery of every tear on the page.History is for the past and you've chosen to live your life,You've ripped of.. |
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GlassA Poem by Casey IshmaelEach time she breathedIt felt like glass.Shards slashing her throatGasping for air, she hoped.Hoping for a release,So everyone would be pleased.Tears .. |
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Yellow RosesA Poem by Satish VermaHave not written a single word today, for you. |
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Touched by an AngelA Story by WanderlustShort-story/excerpt |
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The Writer's ContinuumA Story by J. J. ArcuisAn exploration of life and how small we all are in the grand scheme. The main idea of this story is the Writer's Continuum, a continuous stacking of w.. |
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oh, Lover.A Poem by NiaThe pain i feel today written in real time about toxic words in the air. |
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Vigilante of the Oppressed Act 1A Story by EruditeA hitman living by a code of honor discovers a sinister plot to seize control of Listhania. Can he stop it, should he stop it? Come read my short stor.. |
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First paragraph of my book (possibly)A Story by EruditeI've finally started writing my first book, and I'm interested to know what you guys think of the first paragraph. Since the opening is, arguably, the.. |
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Blood In Your CoffeeA Poem by Indra's ChildBlood In Your Coffee |
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Creativity SharedA Poem by OnlymeWe write our thoughts,ours made up tales.Our stories about our lives.Even tales, that are fantasy,about romance.Good old horror, historic, war,famine .. |
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Written in the stars.A Poem by OnlymeAre we predestined to be good or bad?Before we are even conceived betweena man and women?Are our lives mapped out beforehand, even before that ultimat.. |
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(they don't)A Poem by Charlotte e.e. Griffithsthe streets burn.everything burnsbut still the words won't come. i havelost every sense of significance to the firesthat took all the homes iloved, an.. |
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the drabA Poem by Charlotte e.e. Griffithsthe distance we walked to find ourselves was not enough.we sit in dark alleys and burn butts down to the nub in hopesof burning our fingers andwe wait.. |
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