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Youth in My Eyes
Hello everyone, I just joined this website after peaking around before signing up. I think this is very cool, and I just wanted to start out with a short story ...
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We are words.
By the time that we realize that we are nothing more then words and over thought expressions, to repress our depressions. taken for granite that the sun will rise again, ...
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Sleep Driver
"The first step - especially for young people with energy and drive and talent, but not money - the first step to controlling your world is to control your culture. ...
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Memory. (It didn't let me post all of it)
I can’t remember anything. I hear a voice; it’s coming from the other side of the door. This brings up the questions; where am I? What day is it; what ...
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Since then, I've felt better.
I don't know but everything just felt better.I couldn't say it right, so I wrote it down in this letter.The first thing I felt.I gotta say was spiritual wealth.The second ...
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Iris. And the story after.
She exhaled heavy, from what felt like the very bottom of her lungs. I could feel the look in her eyes. Pain. Remorse. And the closest to home, honesty. This ...
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One word.
If you're looking for quick love, just find Insecurity, and loneliness. If you're looking for something more, Good luck. If you wouldn't mind leave me a comment in one word ...
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Shore line.
On the island it was just you and I.I was the only one around.When I saw the wave come crashing down. I watched it sweep you out to sea.I couldn’t ...
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The Truth.
The truth: Like a cold steel cylinder, hammer, powder, and lead. Pressed and pointed at the back of my head.“You can have any boy you want, so why would you ...
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The ghost above us.
The ghost above us whispers vague words. Stories about towers tall. Stories about a rise and fall. He talks about an Emperor.He talks about an Empire. He mumbles on about ...
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Baltimore
If I could leave to Baltimore tonight, Texas would never see me again. You see we wrap ourselves up in thought. We wrap ourselves up in the hope of people ...
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Shaking Youth.
the hands of shaking youth.Prestigious young truth.Mountains moved, Tides withdrew, and Nature flew.We are the crawling blind.The places of our travels undefined.We are the face of a new generation to
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Backseat.
It's 5:00 a.m in Texas. I'm half asleep writing. So this hasn't been edited, and not really finished. It kinda flew out of my mouth so I just wrote it ...
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Tides.
The file got eased on Microsoft word, and I'm not really in the mood to retype it so just check it out in the
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Acire
If you’re here I’d always let you have my pillow. When I lay down to sleep your scent lingers.A lot of time has gone past, the palms in your backyard ...
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Stranger.
Have you ever seen someone you’ve never met, and instantly started fantasizing about how this one person could fill every void in your life? You start telling yourself this stranger ...
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Sea of abyss.
It didn’t matter if you had your eyes open or closed.Either way the sea of infinite black consumed everything around me. This is normal I simply sleep deeper in these ...
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Presence.
Press provides powerful presence. Perhaps passion, and peace lost to propaganda. Probably: people protest what they can't possess or process. Patterns prove promising process of the Past presenting it
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The Ghost Above us.
I have posted this poem before, but I just made a video for it on my youtube channel so I thought I'd re post The ghost above us whispers vague ...
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Repetition.
The repetition of words from my mouthAnd the lonely march of a poetSurrounded by a generation that doesn’t know it They won’t take the time to look up and defineThe ...
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Don't fear.
This is about give or take three years old. Wrote it I guess when I was heavily under the influence of Blue Oyster Cult.And yes I realize this is bad ...
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Elliot.
Noah is yelling at me from the driver seat of our 1991 Honda Civic,“I told you! What did I tell you! Gotdamnit Ryan! Why didn’t you listen!”He’s voice is static; ...
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Beckon.
Hey yws! Long time no post for me, I've recently joined my college's writers club! (I'm in college now.. Does that mean I'm still young? D:) And realized I should ...
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To fly away.
I feel like it suffocates you whole, with little warning. I hate talking about this because it’s terribly cliché. As much as I try to push it away; it comes ...
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What's your thoughts on life.
The eternal question: what is the meaning of life? How many of us think we have somewhat of a grasp on this topic?I used to think that the meaning of ...
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Anchor (spoken word.)
My emotions sway over the ocean.And I ended up at the fisherman’s dock.There’s a girl here fishing, and her brother is skipping rocks. The moons too far back and I ...