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a paper cut.
The blood seeps and pools
on the tip of my finger
And drips,
on the poem
That lay
crumpled on the floor
The blood stains,
and th..
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How calm it seems
On the surface?
Its coolness
Tempting.
I could get lost
in these dark pools
The depths of which
I cannot measure
Or percei..
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Where is the boy, who plays guitar
and the girl who loves to dance?
On a sandy beach
beneath the stars
with the moonlight’s passing glan..
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I couldn't stop myself
The venom spewing from my mouth
Flowing like hot lava
Obliterating everything I loved
I hurt him.
I was more angry with ..
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What keeps me awake at night?
The glow
of soft golden flames
flickering in the night
casting shadows
of Silhouettes
dancing
in its waver..
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She paints the stars with her tears on a moonless night
The cool night wind, echoes her yearning.
An enchanting lullaby,
The sky is filled w..
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I awoke from a dream,
with the taste, of a haunting melody,
dancing on the tip of my tongue.
Like sweet honeyed wine.
My heart sings its sw..
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Down with the sickness
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The blank sheet of paper
lay perfectly still
There are no words to describe,
for words have no meaning,
to the words that burnt inside
em..
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The demons await
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