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the clownA Poem by patchwork.boyhands clappingflesh hitting fleshlouder it goes'cause nobody knowsglops of white spreadred and blue, common huespaint it wide and brightdon't put up a.. |
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red roseA Poem by patchwork.boyred rosecolored as fresh bloodswirling petals fallfilling me with a feeling smallan emotion growsits spreading roots gripping hardan emerald stem pres.. |
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glowing starsA Poem by patchwork.boyglowing starsthose stars they bleedoozing darkened pussmore than i would needspine resting dark softpupils vast abyssgazing north aboveas blisters yel.. |
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Kind of a vent/ poem?A Story by VeronicaNo matter how hard I try, or how much time, effort, and genuine work I put into everything, I'm going nowhere. Every day, I come to school to make you.. |
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The in-betweenA Poem by Veronicaa little poem about depression. |
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FeelingsA Poem by Y-27i wrote this at like 2AM. Things weren't good at the time, but i want to share this anyways. Maybe someone finds it relatable. |
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IllusionsA Poem by KennethExtremely short vent piece from last year (idk what genre this is tbh, but it feels right to say prose poem). |
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Potato SoupA Poem by allyenthe day i hurt, they day i was reminded of that hurt, and the pain in between |
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scratching.A Poem by allyenit’s under and in my skin |
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Vent Poem #2-The room where depression livesA Poem by Ash_AdamsAnother poem I wrote a while ago but also edited (help this one got posted on my school news page) |
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An Altoid TinA Poem by Sloan O.An Altoid TinAn Altoid tin, a symbol of reward for a small petulant child. The primary red hue glints with mischief in the dusty cup holder of the Hon.. |
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Lately, Recently, YesterdayA Poem by Sloan O.Lately, Recently, YesterdayLately, recently, yesterday, my mind has been slipping from me, slipping out from underneath me like someone pulled a rug u.. |
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Angels During the ApocalypseA Poem by Sloan O.This poem of mine won an open mic competition :) |
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Psychosexual---ComorbiditiesA Poem by Sloan O.Psychosexual---ComorbiditiesSaliva turned spit, a creation born from your hunger for my mutilation, spat into the cavity of my chest. Pooling in me li.. |
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