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Dreaded WordsA Poem by Morgan E.Tip-toeing, holding tongues, ignoring, giving up.It's easier than speaking up,Just giving in.You hate the conflict,Don't want to fight to win.So you p.. |
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Media Monster MartyrA Poem by UndeadWillIts written to describe how Americans usually react to monsters who do terrible things. By making them stars after death. |
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Hear Me NowA Poem by UndeadWillIt is meant to be a lyrical poem with aspects of industrial metal. More bout the mental health system in schools. I am not sure f its complete but it .. |
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Where Were You When the Lights Went Out?A Story by Joshua Donahuea story that exploits the human mind, the two dark sides of human nature, and city life during the Northeast Blackout of 1965. |
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Desperate YouA Poem by Mek & the Infinite Madnes..Dead rat...this place smells likea decayingdeadratThe stenchfills up your breathhaunting our sanityDesperate for controlyoupull the stringshoping to c.. |
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The MachineA Poem by BaneI am not a sheep I am not a drone I speak when you are speechless I stand when you are prone I may not make a difference And you may never know.. |
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VampyreA Poem by CieleWhen one gives up control freedom for the sake of another, the one they bow to is their Vampyre, taking from their life until they can take no more |
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The Washing MachineA Poem by YouoweYoupayTake the fundamental step. |
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Frayed EdgesA Poem by Nemesis GGlory and pain,Never as sane,Black thoughts,Past haunts,Dark dreams,Fraying seams,Old soul,Zero control,In too deep,Words keep,Grey shade,Life's blade.. |
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Safety PinsA Poem by Poe Redda mess of carefully placed sins |
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PuppeteerA Poem by KayYou consume the minds of those unthinking,Quicker than one moments blinking.One would call you a puppeteer,But with such name comes fear.Grab the stri.. |
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Size 0 SocietyA Poem by FernandaLittle girl sitting in the hallPlaying with a dollBlonde, skinny, prettyWhy cant I look like that at all?Little girl sitting in the hallGot a DVD, got.. |
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Tag With MidnightA Poem by Poe Reddinspired by a day spent lazer tagging, among other things and feelings |
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