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Poetry is an endless jouney through feelings and a mix of emotions that can never be explain in scientific or any other way, except by word
by bigcoolyo
32 words, 2 comments,
11 hours ago. In Love, Personal, Sad, Dark, Life, Spiritual, Weird, Hope, Fantasy, Death, Depression
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To me... / Poetry is a flow of water from the mountains that're full of never-ending desires. / Poetry is a kind and sweet person who under
by bigcoolyo
74 words, 1 comment,
11 hours ago. In Love, Personal, Sad, Dark, Life, Spiritual, Weird, Hope, Nature, Thoughts, Fantasy
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There can be a poem for sweet deserts: / First, to taste, / Then, to write- / A year for deserts is always a never-ending poem / for me...
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Love is a promise / Love is a souvenir / Once it's given it's never forgotten and / It will never disappear / I was giving two arms / To hold you / I was giving to eyes to / See you / I was giving to legs / To run and save you / Fro
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/ > / In walking distance, the 100 mile stare a U.S Marine's only weakness / Destination; / To fit among the misfits , inside an office we can not sit, among the ties and suits most of us
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hanging by a thread / the last of its kind, / gripping it tighter, / i'll hold on this time. / i won't let it fray, / oh God, don't let it
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I have of picking at scabs / Continues to uncover / The bleeding the burning... / / / The moment the pain begins to lessen / I attack the wounds ferociously / Opening them all over again / / The thing to do is to leave them alone /
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by marcusmoore
165 words, 4 comments,
on Nov 18 4:44 PM. In Adult, Rhyme, Life, Humor, Sad, Personal, Love, Lost Love, Weird
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Today is another day i wake / / To feel my body tremble and shake / / i go to stand out of my bed / / I feel a cool breeze on my head /
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Not sure if you like Dark..
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Silence... in a way feels suffocating. / Though I don't know why. / Not a sound... nothing. / Just sitting there... / Maybe your thinking /
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A content world is built on happy lies.
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Booger picks boogers / and...flicks 'em! / His friend Boogie / catches boogers / and eats 'em. / Now Booger is sad; / he thought they / wer
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and this handle that I'm gripping
is all I got, and it's slipping
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Malevolent butterflies shred / the pink tissue of his gut. / / His mind rapidly darts from / one innocuous trivial ism to another. / / H
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I'm stuck here, / entangled in this web, / of this there is no doubt. / / Leaking my insides, like acid, / its an affront, but you seem to like it. / / Questioning time, / wonderless oblivion / seeping though the cracks and / there
by RoisinDubh
75 words, 4 comments,
on Nov 9 7:00 PM. In Dark, Life, Society, Weird, Angst, Thoughts, Rant, Fantasy, Pain, Depression, Sadness
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We invite you to come on a journey of the mind.
by Brian Balzer
503 words, 12 comments,
on Nov 8 4:23 AM. In Weird, Fantasy, Thoughts, Imagery, Abstract, Perception, Death, Life, Free verse. Reward
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So, I wanted to tell you that I wrote you a song / Though Im not quite sure how the words go / I figured I could start with some cheesy stuff about your eyes / But man… those eyes / Hypnoootic! / / so anyway… / / I wanted to tell you tha
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Kookoocachoo knew too many of you, / He couldn’t come through, / When there was a lot to do, / About nothing and two, / And to feel too blue, / Is to come home to you, / Yes Kookoocachoo loves to love you too, / But when you brew that stew,
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This is the story of Stinky Bill. / A man who's smell would make you ill. / A terrible voice that sounds so shrill. / He truly is a freak. / / Bill lives in a shack dingy and dark, / a place you wouldn't want embark. / A dog guards it with
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Beneath the skeleton tree / I lie / dead,cold ,consumed in my own misery / Beneath the skeleton tree / the mourners dance / 13 mourners cry
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In the dark / crucified by your dark nails / my body / hung breathless in your arms / / Tortured, bruised ,lifeless , / a desperate cr
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It was hot, the wax melted in the trees, the bees ate away at our sweat. His hair was long, pulling apart the completeness which we were shown. Corrupt it was, like the taste of honey bleeding from the core of our slender bodies. Foreshadowing the clues o
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I guess we cannot weep for a loss we never knew, / Some strange resemblance of a time, / an electric dream vague in mind. / But the veins that flow in never ending routes / Suffocate my need for the artificial taste of a factory in bloom.
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as i sit and think of all my pain. a sudden thought pops out so plain. a simple tool is needed to help me suceed, a simple cut to make me bleed. simply enough i have no fear, / to help make me eventually dissapear. / / simple facts, simple acts, so
by screamochic17
74 words,
on Oct 4 7:44 PM. In Angst, Dark, Life, Personal, Rhyme, Weird, Perception, Anguish, Hate, Rage
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