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A Home In My Heart
You crawled into my mouthAnd became the only word to escape my lips.You overthrew my brain,And now control my thoughts.You slipped into my stomachAnd filled it up with butterfliesYou tickled ...
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Under My Skin
I haven't conformed to the chains of rhyme in awhile... so this should be interesting.Under My SkinSitting on the surface is a girl who wears a smile.Her blue eyes outlined ...
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The End.
Not my best piece... like, at all. It could use some work. But at the same time, I kinda liked the whole idea i had behind it, so i'd love ...
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Black Marbles In Your Eyes
You say they’re dark and ugly, Black marbles in your eyes.I say they're light and lovely,Bright as the midnight sky.You say you’re unlovable,Born to be hated.I say I’m crazy about ...
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I Am Insane
I wrote this about a year or 2 ago, and decided it could use some help possibly maybe. So critiques are welcome this poem tis' where I got my username ...
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Your Loving Words
Your loving words, Coated with care and the scent of sincerity Are empty beneath their attractive packaging. Hiding under a thick layer of make-up Resides the most hideous face You ...
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Rain Drops
Just a little piece of my soul I wrote when I was about 13. (just cause I've got nothing else to post xD I need to write up some new ...
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Her Invisible Sky
A poem I wrote about my grandmother, she is the brilliance that guides me c:Thanks gran! All critiques are welcome, I'm always looking to improve, so hit me with your ...
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Sheet Music Sang In Silence
I'll leave the rating the discretion of the reader... lol sorry about that.This was just an experimental sort of piece because I want to try something new with my poetry.I ...
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Dear Mother
Dear mommy,I’m 5 years old.I don’t want dolls in my hand,I’d like some action figures,Preferably Spidey or Bat Man.Dear mom,I’ve grown to 10 now,and I’m feeling rebellious.I don’t care abo
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She is
I wrote this about one of my best friends. Her and I are complete opposites, yet we're still incredibly close. I sort of scrawled the poem out in ten mins, ...
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Taunting me.
The insanity at my fingertips is taunting It’s poisonous residue So cold on my skin It’s positively enticing Do I dare have a taste? Or keep lunacy at bay? ...
