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Hey, Hey You
A Poem by
Laura Ex
Take me down Deep and steady Dark and heavy My head is killing me Hey, hey you Hey, you’re so cute And my head is killing me Wild, aching..
Disorganized Thoughts
A Poem by
Laura Ex
Your hand traces the outside of my jeans “It’s getting better” you whisper into my ear Then you gently kiss me And I want to brea..
Any Given Moment
A Poem by
Laura Ex
My heart beats vigorously and intensely As I think of how my life could be ripped away from me At any given moment What have I done? What have I a..
Erythroplakia
A Poem by
Laura Ex
I can see my long, beautiful hair Falling To The Ground Leaving me with uneven palletes Of Ugly Unfortunate Truth Hopefully we caught it in ..
Will You?
A Poem by
Laura Ex
Look at this pathetic abject girl Lowly excuse for a being If there ever was one I find your explanations Tedious and overused It’s quite a..
I Am An Anathema
A Poem by
Laura Ex
Shouting until the echoes Become hoarse and coarse In my acid filled throat The heaviness is unbearable And tearing me down I breathe, think, fee..
Raw
A Poem by
Laura Ex
This is me Showing you My irregular Irrational Thought pattern[s] I cycled today Too many times To count, but I counted anyway And I thought ..
Nothing Much
A Poem by
Laura Ex
I am a breath of wasted oxygen And I’m clogging up your lungs Baby where did you go? I lost sight of all the truth When I lied myself to sle..
LoveHate
A Poem by
Laura Ex
Sitting here thinking of how simple things were; it makes me chuckle. I can’t help but smile when I think of how much I love hate life. No, that..
Thoughts
A Poem by
Laura Ex
Take time Think Thoughts race Heart follows Soon over the edge They will flow But are stymied By the pain Somehow it reaches around And grabs..
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