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The PassingA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe change, it comes so slowly Like the winter of our lives, It encroaches while we’re playing, While we’re laughing with.. |
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The OrphanageA Book by Mikael MalmbergA horrible storm hits the quiet orphanage of the Jackson Manor. The staff and the children have to retreat deep into the cellar complex, where they sh.. |
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PrologueA Chapter by Mikael MalmbergThe Jackson Manor Orphanage prepares for the storm. |
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A Chill is in the AirA Poem by Jack...An autumn themed poem of vibrant colors and chilly breezes |
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A CERTAIN CHILLA Poem by kublakhan2701 16 13 |
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Some TimeA Poem by PiliSometimesSometimes I like to stay upI like to writeMaybe relax some timeMaybe ignore lifeIgnore who is aroundI like to listen to stuffAnd forget about.. |
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ExpectancyA Poem by Mina SalvaI felt broken, I had to write the words down on the paper. |
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FrozenA Poem by MorsiThere are moments in our life where we stand frozen at certain thoughts, sights and sounds. |
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The Colors of SeptemberA Poem by kera moondustI wanted to write a poem about the month I was born, sorta and how it helps to make me who I am. There is something about the month of September that .. |
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WeedA Poem by DeathHazeIt makes me high.It makes me hungry.It makes me grumpy.It makes me laugh.It makes me smile.It makes me cute.It makes me light.It makes me lovely.It ma.. |
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When Winter Comes... (The Wintertime Blues)A Poem by AntoñyoA passing thought-turned-song put on paper in the form of the blues |
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Moon, Full and BrightA Poem by Jordanjust a simple little poem |
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VornadoA Poem by Jay SteitlerCreated this one in minutes, after witnessing a squall. Words tripped off the tip of my brain, with relative ease this afternoon. |
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Winter-Tide MomentA Poem by ElinaLooking out at the frosty winter scene outside my window... |
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Moon white flowersA Poem by MoonieThis is a poem for one of my characters. |
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Cigarette BreakA Story by EmiI grab the lighter that sits on my table. My backpack is already open so I just dip my hands into the front pocket and grab my pack of cigarettes. I t.. |
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A Chill of TimeA Poem by Alfred KukitzThere is a time for one' s end. |
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