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Always, FatherA Story by DustyA description of one of the memories of my childhood. Everything written here is real.. I hope you like it, it was a hard write. |
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Ugly (proud to be)A Poem by Zeitgeist ManifestoThe Beautiful people |
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RipplesA Poem by LushanRocks render ripples when tossed into pools or lakes. Whether blue or black, the surface is disturbed, changed, by the b.. |
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TaylorA Chapter by alyssssA swirl of oranges and browns and yellows flutter around me. I comb through my hair with my fingers and extract flakes of fallen leaves. He grabs my.. |
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Reality of the ConsequencesA Poem by Ryun CushingWhen the insanity sets in.All you feel is the shaking and trembling begin.Not the end is near just the beginning to fear.For no hope found, laying aro.. |
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A Slave Of The OceanA Poem by Ohhhwillow28/1/13 Time is deceiving, gone before you know it |
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Betrayal & ConsequenceA Poem by ShaddessA response to the wrongs of my ex. |
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TurnedA Poem by FlamingPhoenixFor those who learn to live in the state of acceptance |
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Less Than Half My AgeA Poem by abluehorseandflowersAn ode to a talent in a form not typically used this way. But since pain, which is typical to sestina, is a central element I thought I'd give it a go.. |
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When you think you're well-restedA Poem by tamemeiThis morning's coffee is fire on the tongue - too hot - and let's not speak of the orb of fire in the sky, for it is most certainly too hot and too br.. |
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Only So MuchA Poem by Alfred Kukitzthe fear & stress of being overwhelmed |
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For those who ponderA Poem by J.M. SantósThat which is profound knows no other way to be than dark For darkness rests upon the face of the deep And he who questions eventually comes to .. |
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Samson The MightyA Story by Celie RoseSamson was the strongest man, but endured hardship dealing with his fleshly desires. |
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Prone BeginningsA Poem by Celie RoseWho is God? Is he a loving God? Why so much corruption, pain and suffering? |
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She wanted to be lovedA Poem by harlem_knightShe wanted to be loved completely She wanted to be loved as close as skiis on fresh snow Smooth. She wanted to be let loose to a type of love that .. |
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Nature DeclaresA Poem by Celie RoseNature has the last word. |
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Life SpanA Poem by Celie RoseThrough one man's sin, death spread to all mankind. |
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