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father,I am afraid of myself.There is growing pain in me,A hunger, a thirst, a suffering,And it is swallowing me.I am sick, I have a disease,Can you h..
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I don’t know what is worst-being sad for no apparent reason at all,or not grieving when I know I should.I never seem to feel emotions the right ..
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It is ironic how manylove poems I write.How many words I spillthat have to do withintense intimacy andheart break-I have no experiencebeing under the ..
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humans are truly the cruelestcreatures on the earth-after all, isn’t love the mostbasic human emotion?we will destroy ourselves andit will be th..
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My teacher looks at the wrap on my legand asks me if I am okay.How do I saythat I removeone of my body’sprotective layersuntil the intenserestle..
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i am the dead gods that haunt your dreamsi am Mnemosyne; i plague your mind.i hold you captive in the things that have passed,in a cage of nostalgia a..
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grief is begging to be forgiven, andbelieving you do not deserve it.it is rearranging your internal organs andacting as if you are not choking on the ..
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Do you love me enough,To give me an extra set of skin whenThe one I was born with is not thick enough?Do you love me enoughTo see me suffering with a ..
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the ghosts in my attic can play pianonot very well, but playing is still playingi used to get annoyed- it was always 3 ambut eventually, i got used to..
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The best time to write a poem is after you have been crying for half an hour.
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