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Chronophobia

Chronophobia

A Poem by Nomenklatura


poem
Cigarette

Cigarette

A Poem by Johanna


"You are standing in the alley smoking a cigarette.."
Tomorrow Felt Like a Good Day Yesterday

Tomorrow Felt Like a Good Day Yesterday

A Poem by Superconge


Let's keep wasting time.
00:54

00:54

A Poem by SWANN


If we get to the deepest philosophical thought, Then, time is the only thing that we’ve really got. So..
POETIC JUSTICE

POETIC JUSTICE

A Chapter by NeiL ArandA


Never underestimate the power and influence of descent words
Choking Hazard

Choking Hazard

A Poem by i.am.the.sun.


Maybe shooting stars are afraid of the darkAnd that's why they shine so-Maybe they're just as scared as IOf fading into nothing-Maybe that's why they ..
Yesterday~

Yesterday~

A Poem by мalғy


Kinda inspired by waking up fuzzy and Stephen King's novel the langoliers
A Life Before the End

A Life Before the End

A Poem by Amanda


The light begins to fade,and shadows start to extend.The careless clock ticks by,it’s time for darkness to descend.Will you, near to the very en..
Spaces

Spaces

A Poem by Richard Mueller


Worlds
Wadded-Up Poem

Wadded-Up Poem

A Poem by James


"It was a good poem,"the poet said to his poet friend."I think it's your best work yet."The poet offered a smirkas he watched his wadded-up poem float..
On the Banks of the Mithi River

On the Banks of the Mithi River

A Poem by James


Just a poem.
Good Whiskey

Good Whiskey

A Poem by J.Sin


Thursday, October 26th, 2017 – Banská Bystrica, Slovakia – 20:40pm
Bliss

Bliss

A Poem by Aslan


Basic necessities provided by machines.Mass-produced genetically-altered living beings manufactured for gluttonous human consumption.Mountains of usab..
Tick Tock

Tick Tock

A Poem by Royce


Fast written poem while I sat in idle. Cheers-
From Myself To Myself...

From Myself To Myself...

A Poem by Nomkhumbulwa


From Myself To Myself....
Underside Of Waste.

Underside Of Waste.

A Poem by Onlyme


For some humans in this world,rubbish is their gold to buythings. From the homeless guy wholooks for plastic or glass bottles.To trade in for real mon..
The dumping ground called the Earth.

The dumping ground called the Earth.

A Poem by Onlyme


The destruction of man is seen everywhere.On this planet called earth.From the rainforest in Brazil. Daily getting ripped down for the wood. To be use..