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THE SPARK (Free Verse)A Chapter by Dhayeturned to ashes |
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PhoenixA Poem by Vidya BacchusWe should not let life trample us underfoot but be strong and rise from the ash. |
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Prologue, A chance meetingA Chapter by RoseyThe beginning of an epic story, of friendship, love, pain and life |
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perfectA Poem by The Poet of Black WingsAmidst the love licked ashes falling all around the flaws of human ken, I saw a perfection.The sort of perfection that denied any such definition.She .. |
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Your Lips Taste Of Cigarettes; You Don't SmokeA Poem by Tai RyensIn the air I taste your breath, The hushed sighs of a tamed love Blazing quietly from afar, A passion that twinkles in only the eyes .. |
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The FireA Story by Jamie TateA helpless man trapped in a fire describes what he sees and feels as the fire comes closer |
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Episode one: starting off?A Chapter by Master Henry Amourpearlsh..Now lets get this story started as I just want to start this really as I think it sounds like a great and wonderful idea, so lets hurry up and get thi.. |
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MY LONG GOLD FLAKEA Poem by ayan ali darI was so addictive to smoking once that was the only thing I adore, And after couple of years continuing smoking , I feel something deep inside all I.. |
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No more intertwineA Poem by StephenI got a terrible headache and to release some fire on it, I wrote this poem to let my headache know ... this time, it puts its nose into my way and it.. |
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A Fires FlameA Poem by Gregory StiresFire The flame that gives us light, Why do we fear it? Is it because of its untamable nature? Or is it because the flame that gives us lig.. |
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Phoenix CallsA Poem by Jen RoA fallen spirit,Spiraling into the earth.Forgetting all desire and power.A lost soul wandering into an empty abyss.The pain is real,The fire is still,.. |
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AflameA Poem by Michelle N. H.I feel it crawling by the spine Something of mine, of yours I cannot hold And I try to taste it In my mouth But my tongue Is.. |
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The Palm Of My HandA Story by Brandon BarkerThe world in the palm of my hand, the image of intercontinental dust at my feet, a final release of pain and fury of which no one has ever understood... |
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