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SecretsA Poem by MalenSoftly echoed upon my ear. In lush moments you appear. Teasing my taste, displaced. Covered in nights caress. A thousand reasons undressed. H.. |
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EmptyA Poem by MalenHeavy memories fall harder. This moment couldn't last longer. Heart held back, rib caged. Becoming enraged. Falling tears describe farther. .. |
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How To RememberA Poem by MalenHolding up your flag high Stars, stripes, symmetrical pride. Echoes of unwritten memory -- Teasing time. Wrapped tightly in your hea.. |
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Silence SpeaksA Poem by MalenInhaling deep Breathing out In each subsequent breath A story collects. A story that is sent To the small creatures Whose lives are spent.. |
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Awake!A Poem by MalenBroken porch swings creek out a dying age. Screen doors replaced by wood slapped silence. Long have gone the days of street ball play. Rage d.. |
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FearA Poem by MalenShe's a viper of souls A long slim black-hearted disaster Feeling her way underneath Tasting the very breath released Flicking her licking to liki.. |
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RavenousA Poem by MalenPassioned vigor licks laced tongue. What have I begun? Written between minds. Ravenous universes combine Erasing all time. I am No hero The .. |
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Scientific BirthA Poem by MalenIf nothing is nothing You are nothing You nothing But vast infinity holds colorful visions Birthing universes of untold stories Combustion,.. |
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Falling HeroA Poem by MalenA and E |
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They Say Words Don't HurtA Poem by MalenFor anyone's friend |
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Abusive MuseA Poem by MalenI can't seem to pick it out of my mind. Writing and writing, line by line Grasping as it slips away. Treacherous, you have begun my decay. Tw.. |
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An Attempt To BreatheA Poem by MalenI said it slower than intended. Barely able to exhale. Squeezed from form It all out poured. As if a muted warrior, I swung my might.. |
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ReflectionsA Poem by MalenAs if by force She pulled me to the looking glass Begging me to cross through Telling me the glories Beseeching my stories. Flowers colored t.. |
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Looking Back-GlassA Poem by MalenLooking Back-Glass Easing into my mind, never happens softly. No dreamy embraces or favorite places. It’s never soft in the night, or whi.. |
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