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Midnight BluesA Poem by Agnes YoungI lie in bed, awake and unable to shake that unbearable feeling of loneliness.I lie in bed counting the minutes…hours go by...I am conscious .. |
TradeoffsA Poem by CassidyI am typing this Because paper Has become irrelevant The physical act Of moving your fingers In chore.. |
featured inside outA Poem by Shirlenajust wondering... |
Even the sinful laughA Poem by KethanI tried to expose some of the lies and facades people play out during their day to day lives. I did so by contrasting the apparently changed sins to t.. |
The WormsA Poem by Callum"...if given a knife and a hand in which to hold it, the mind would eventually eat itself. Not because it wanted to; because it did not want to.&rdquo.. |
ExistenceA Poem by Kianna L. BeardenSometimesLate at nightWhen the darkness rushes inAnd chases off the lightI thinkAnd sometimes it's something goodBut mostly, it's something badOr some.. |
Looking GlassA Poem by Kianna L. BeardenI like mirrors, don't I? Or,rather, I hate them. I don't know, it's late. |
The Blind OnesA Poem by Cool GirlThis is a poem about life and secrets. I dedicate this poem to the ones who feel the same way as I do. I hope you like it! |
Shower ThoughtsA Poem by ExposedSirenJust playing around, thinking about stuff... |
Tales PonderedA Poem by modtoddincA poem of Spring and Reunion |
PonderingA Story by Leviathus FortesNo matter what I do I cannot make her happy Late night calls that last for 3 hours Sitting till 1:30 in the morning She says she's lonely Tir.. |
What Happens to my WordsA Poem by KurKotaWords here added, it has been a while,Why, I am not sure, but at times wonderI feel as if the words here, spin in a stile,Spinning at times, most time.. |
1. Three days of 'No Strings'..... (Poem)A Chapter by Effervescent DreamsWe met as strangers and unwound with a 'no-strings' warning in the bend. But the alert got a jolt and had to be restored at the cost of a budding fri.. |
Girly Ponders of a Mother's SacrificeA Poem by S. Allison (Ferrante) San..Once lived a lovely young girl who could joyfully laugh, She was happy and free and viewed life from the gaff, Her giggles of sarcasm, carefree.. |
Late Night Pondering.A Story by Some Kind Of SomethingEvery day robots |
What could have been.A Story by Some Kind Of SomethingRead title. |