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Weightless AnchorsA Poem by Tai RyensSince when have oxymorons made sense? |
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Where was God when the terrible things happened an..A Story by Precious ProdigalToday's Precious Prodigal Post is at = http://bit.ly/1yCke6O Where was God when the terrible things happened and my world fell apart? #hurtingpeople.. |
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Heavy CargoA Poem by James William DyerA comparison of my interpersonal relationships to the freighters I once watched creep along the straits of mackinaw, beneath the bridge and out into n.. |
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Angel's wings and broken dreams.A Poem by Re'al McNamesonAn observation of the night culture, the weekend's importance. |
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Virtuous BurdenA Poem by Rowen CameronVirtue that causes unease soon becomes a heavy cross to bear... |
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A puff of smoke, and you're gone.A Poem by The Morbid The Merrieryou're a mess, and I no longer know who you are. |
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LoveA Story by organconcertWhat possible explanation could there be, he asked himself irritably, for the incessant creaking of doors in a windless room? This trivial annoyance.. |
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The Burden within the BeastA Story by Nic CaldwellAs the world dies, two complete strangers strive on and continue on to find happiness. When all hope is beginning to be lost, they find each other. Bu.. |
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The Beast InsideA Story by Charles CasIt is a beast very few of us will ever encounter. |
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The BurdenA Story by ElizabethAmBurnsIt was supposed to be a routine operation. But something went wrong. Terribly wrong. |
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Silent StareA Poem by Meg CraftRealizing you don't know someone anymore... |
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Recurring FaceA Poem by Mason RayburnSilhouette Well-known to me Face is clouded By shadows of time Do I know her? Of course not Separated by a wall Isolation Fear installed .. |
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The ListenerA Poem by Mason RayburnYou lay in your bed With grief on your mind You wish there wasn't A thing such as time But little do you know There's a man next to you Qui.. |
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The Angel and the HumanA Poem by Adelise EclairTheir love was never..... |
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There's something I should tell you...A Poem by BreakingWithTraditionA woman confessing to her husband, that she was abused for the first time. The emotions in her head, and feeling liberated from confessing are extreme.. |
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My SonA Poem by Precious ProdigalRecovery |
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