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Hope for the HopelessA Book by PastelRedHope. One word, four letters, one syllable, rendering itself to millions of lost souls. Here’s the story of one of these lost souls. |
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AngelA Poem by Janne Varvára SeemIt takes longer each time just to reach every New Years', And wiping my lipstick, I find my mouth pale, And the Ghost: Christmas Past, she has long .. |
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Your Loving MemoryA Poem by Codi Anna poem i wrote for a friend that committed suicide just before school started this year R.I.P. Mak |
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Empty Bags; No Refills BottlesA Poem by gardens and graveyards3:34 in the morningand I can already beginto feelthe come down.S**t,s**t,s**t.I ran out.I ran out of all ofit,and I’ll probably be up all nightl.. |
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The Picnic of LivingA Poem by Lena M. P.Life was never meant to be a fairytale But rather a copulation of incidents That improves our knowledge base By creating experiences to lea.. |
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Maybe I Should..A Poem by RyterThis is how I feel from time to time. I can't really put it in any better words becuase I can't explain how I truly feel, but I hope the metaphor can .. |
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ManageA Poem by labyrinthapathyHow thick.How daft he must be, everyone, to act such a fool.Meanwhile...Everything in this room has been scattered. Broken picture frames covered upBy.. |
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Creature DesireA Poem by MLStanleyA flower picked entwined two fingers, the rustling children, and the mother on the hill. Eyes lay soft- upon petals soon to rot. The.. |
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A Day in ParisA Story by LauraTwo sisters enjoy a perfect miniature adventure in Paris. Years later, one sister returns to Paris to cope with the loss of the other sister. |
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PrologueA Chapter by D.NobleI remember the pain, when I finally opened my eyes. The blue sky was fluorescent above me but it hurt tolook at it - to see the clouds and the dusk of.. |
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What You LeftA Poem by BirdieA small poem for my uncle who passed away. |
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The mystery behind the brainA Poem by Raven DodsonBack a few years ago my dad got in a car wreck and he suffered a brain injury which still affects him today. This poem is just reflecting what I was f.. |
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For a Better DayA Poem by Eddie DavisIn Memory of Ernie Hall, M.D. |
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Empty LinesA Poem by MaraI wrote this at night, which explains the insanity it's laced with. |
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Ramblings about time at midnight on a ThursdayA Poem by MaraI wouldn't even consider this a poem or a story or anything organized. Actually, it's more of a journal entry than anything. I wrote it while trying t.. |
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