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I know I'm full of ItA Poem by ShalimarBonetDidyouknowthatthemaletofemaleratiointheworldisapproximately1:1 andthattherearemorethan70,000peopleinpsychiatriccareinourcountry?DidyouknowthataHumming.. |
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LycanthropyA Poem by ShalimarBonetHewaslycanthropic,asoldier,theterrifyingshadowsonmywall.Lovecouldcomeinthingssaidthataretakenbacklater,itcamein“Where’sPapa?” &ldquo.. |
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Figured OutA Poem by ShaniaThis is my first attempt at writing a slam poem. It's not very good, but it's a start. |
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Burning Stories: a Series of LettersA Poem by G Lucas Kolthof01.Ego.As it often does,creating an entire dimensionwhere the presenceof a conscious basing perceptionsto embrace for the world ahead,and sometimes we.. |
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This Side of MourningA Poem by G Lucas KolthofI live inside different shades.There is never a single solace. What I’m trying to explain are thesewaves of mania and weeks of drowningthat I co.. |
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These Are The Things They Don't Teach In SchoolA Poem by G Lucas KolthofThese are the things they don’t teach you in school: you will want to grow up, and when you do, you’ll wish you never did. You will .. |
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You've Heard This BeforeA Poem by G Lucas KolthofI tried to focus on your eyesyet there is nothing calm aboutthis tremor building inside my palms;these hands clenching fists are also as delicate like.. |
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The Promise, The Guilt, The BreakingA Poem by G Lucas KolthofYou have a smile that can make the sun jealous. Brushing this compliment off likeswatting a fly away from your face. You’ve never really believe.. |
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Talking to Myself (Again)A Poem by G Lucas KolthofOne day I took off my glassesand opened up my eyes inside a sideof a universe I didn’t get to choose,I didn’t get to paint melancholy hues.. |
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ten things i've learned so far in my life (1)A Poem by G Lucas KolthofA poetic list. |
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Perception.A Poem by The girl with the rainbow..Perception matters. Don't invalidate without walking in the shoes they have laced. |
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Ice and FireA Poem by goddessofwritingBut fire cannot be tamed - only spread. Unless the dampness of 'Its' hand struck a match of ice. |
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