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A train in late summer.A Story by Thinking AnonymouslyDiscriptive writing. |
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and because of thisA Poem by Shya free verse thing about being overwhelmed with existence written in the third person because i want to detach myself from this |
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Love, sex and escapism.A Poem by Thinking AnonymouslyRoofie, Mandy, Mary-Jane, When will I see you again? Oxy filling up my head, Another man beneath my bed. One line, Two line, Maybe more, Unti.. |
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Night Biking EscapismA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterP..Biking through my hometown at night. |
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SunburstA Story by Max MooreA story about a small town. Written while listening to Elliott Smith and Death Cab For Cutie |
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SilentA Poem by Shreya AroraI’m silent like a g in LasagnaCareless like that little boy who has just learned to talk.There are nights when I fail to sleepWide awake, 4:00 A.. |
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escapismA Poem by aspenreal life,he stings. he gets under my skin and tells me I'm worth nothing, says I'm his damsel in distress that he'll never save.he strips me of a sk.. |
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kashmir dreamingA Poem by dimzvery short poem from a couple years ago |
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Daydream EaterA Poem by BeeA poem about escapism and friendship. |
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Wanting WanderlustA Poem by C PerilA poem which, hopefully, will resonate with anyone wanting something more than an unremarkable existence. |
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the golden hourA Poem by aspenthrough tightly shut eyes,I feel rays of sunlight hitting my eyelidsmy memories built a vacant home inside my brain,allowing isolation to feel tranqui.. |
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the daffodil folkA Poem by Michael R. Burchthe daffodil folkby Michael R. Burchto live among the daffodil folk . . .slip down the rainslickened drainpipe . . .suddenly pop outthe GARGANTUAN SPO.. |
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Unfortunate EnjoymentA Poem by Just a bad poetSome introspection on the reasons I indulge in my hobbies with such single-minded obsession |
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The smug houseA Poem by unwrittenaliceA poem based on a holiday house in the New Forest. |
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Heart Of MotherA Poem by Ak_147My heart is filled, it ebbs and flows,A tide that swells, then softly goes,A torrent of feelings I can no longer stow.A voice familiar , rings in my h.. |
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DreamersA Poem by Shreya DixitThis poem discovers the emotional journeys of dreamers who weave fantastical worlds to escape pain and find happiness. |
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