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Pressing FlowersA Story by Katie MarieLiterally just four pages describing things I love. |
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We Sat There For HoursA Story by Katie MarieWe'dsitthereforhoursonmyapartmentfloor,pilesofdirtyclothesaroundusandascatterofplastic,jarsandunfinishedbooks.Youwouldfocusonthefloor,youreyesfollowin.. |
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Happy Birthday To Me (Tanka #9)A Poem by MandaBearTanka #9 2 More weeks until my birthday!! (Oct.) (Depending on when you read it my birthday might be over lol) |
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It's You, And It's A Bad IdeaA Story by Katie MarieItellmyselfeverytimethatit'sabadidea;theworstidea.AndifIdoit,there'snocomingback.Notliterally,ofcourse.I'llcomeback;I'llwalkbackthroughthosedoors,limp.. |
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Care For YouA Story by Katie MarieI just don't like people. I like possessions because they can't talk. Understandable? |
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If you FollowA Poem by SyberRoseIf you follow a colonnade of candles upon emerald fern stepping stones, scintillating lanterns and fluting winds of the trees, lil.. |
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Yes, I'm Talking About Her AgainA Story by Katie MarieAbout a girl and stuff |
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If I Were TeaA Poem by Katie MarieI just really wanted a cup of tea |
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Tea And CoffeeA Story by Katie MarieIrememberonce,weweresittingthere;youhadtea,Ihadcoffee.AndIspokeforagesabouthowIlovedthebittertasteofmycoffee,andIwatchedasyournosescrunchedintoabunch... |
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Sonnets Of CynicismA Poem by Katie MarieI had to write a set of sonnets for my shakespeare class and the teacher allowed me to do mine based on cynicism, this is one of the sonnets. |
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Another sonnetA Poem by Katie Marieanother sonnet in the collection |
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WaitingA Story by Katie MarieI'm waiting for my girlfriend and this is the result: me complaining about waiting and really nothing else. |
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Dark WishesA Poem by Princess of the StarsNow even though it does not APPEAR to be poetry it is written as such, you must look carefully if you desire to see what I mean. |
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InfernoA Story by k.victoriaHow like candles we are. We start in one shape, and as we are exposed to light, to new things, we melt. We twist and fall into a shape that we never.. |
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Cockroach CastleA Poem by David Lewis PagetThere’s a scurrying sound of something, burrowing, Down in the depths of the dungeons, hurrying, Skittering, pittering-pattering, s.. |
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The MoonA Poem by Gypsy DreamerA comparison between the moon and man. |
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IcarusA Poem by InkMy father Collects the dried wax On the tables of romantic dinners We are too high up And melts the passed time Into a candle of his own Our own.. |
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Just You and MeA Poem by kera moondustIt's been awhile since I've uploaded heres some stuff I did recently. |
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candle waxA Poem by cellardorkMy heart is made of candle waxYour voice the flickering flameYou melt me down dripping slowWhen only you speak my nameMy bones are tall oak treesSturd.. |
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