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Apple tree
A Poem by
Malia
Fingernails covered in dirt from the moss green tangles against the bark hold residue on his fingers Pulsing fingers touched by fire ignited in her ..
Hold me and throw me away
A Poem by
Malia
Like a plastic bag Like a wasted napkin I float across the counter to be pushed around and never touched. Had my use for items inside me never be ..
The hopeful dreamers
A Poem by
Malia
When you wish up on a star Fairy dust so sweet and far A young child floating in the clouds With dreams of chance and hope Crumbled away at the wo..
In a dream
A Poem by
Malia
Maybe I'm stuck in this world forced to capture hope every chance I get. Maybe he never loved me, perhaps I'm just like the last two. Just a fill in ..
Realize, real eyes, real lies
A Poem by
Malia
I see the snakes slither on the ground in that old forest in your town. Leaving behind smooth edges of tracks. Those leaves rattle at two am, snakes..
Dead man tells the tales
A Poem by
Malia
Could death equal a human? Is anyone actually living Or did we all just come here for the booze Nobody loves anyone I could die and not a soul wou..
Sick
A Poem by
Malia
Swollen heart inside Legs untouched from cold nights Aching back bending truth Fingers numb, hearing lies Empty stomach, cannot breath Eyes puffe..
Waste
A Poem by
Malia
That's the girl everyone is talking about The one that hugs her pillow when she has fallen asleep The one who wipes her own tears even though there'..
Non descriptive
A Poem by
Malia
We all think we have time But time doesn't think about us it has us Time grasps us in pain so well Time is slow, a snake moving in the tropics Sl..
To vent
A Poem by
Malia
Currently emotionally unstable in this poem, I don't give a s**t if its not well written.
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