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glowing stars

glowing stars

A Poem by patchwork.boy


glowing starsthose stars they bleedoozing darkened pussmore than i would needspine resting dark softpupils vast abyssgazing north aboveas blisters yel..
Cigarette Thoughts

Cigarette Thoughts

A Poem by AlexFawn3


I watch the smoke curl up from the end of my cigaretteDrift off into the summer breezeHow I wish I could float away like that sometimesBut here I sit ..
The Name's Emilia Svejda

The Name's Emilia Svejda

A Poem by Emilia Svjeda


I'm a rainbow girl in love with a cis-het girl
Caves

Caves

A Poem by Wngn8


Caves are lovely I crawled out of one last time To see the shining sun Before I moved my luggage Into the cave till my last gasp The dampness..
Champion

Champion

A Story by AshMoses


An existential inquiry into the nature of consciousness, seeking, understanding, and ignorance.
In Another Life

In Another Life

A Poem by Vines


I had a twin who died, this is for them. I believe they still watch over me and every few months, I receive a song from them, hence the last line of m..
sleep patterns

sleep patterns

A Story by shaeleigh


Not quite a story. More of a diary entry. I guess I just want to know if anyone else understands how it feels to exist like this. Trigger warning for ..
The Sky Cries for Us

The Sky Cries for Us

A Poem by Vines


This event in my life was definitely an experience I don't think I will ever forget.
A Night Stroll

A Night Stroll

A Poem by mnicorata


I stroll down and two paths meet One divisive without uttering sounds To this I call upon the elder trees Dining on its sweet nectar Melti..
Midnight is Almost Here

Midnight is Almost Here

A Poem by mnicorata


Something I wrote one night thinking about my life and other things.
Illusions

Illusions

A Poem by Kenneth


Extremely short vent piece from last year (idk what genre this is tbh, but it feels right to say prose poem).
Horse Girls

Horse Girls

A Poem by Sean Eaton


an episode from my childhood.
Transparency

Transparency

A Poem by (WrectchedhumanbeinG)Imos..


Those little questions of yours still lingers in this head.....
My Grandfather

My Grandfather

A Poem by Sean Eaton


My grandfather, who owned a rubber parts factoryand never let anyone sit in his prized easy chair,became very clumsy as he grew increasinglyelderly. S..

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