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My Sweet, My Silent, My love
Your eyes on my back, follow meYour hand on my hand, hold meYour breath with my breath, speak to meAnd you dont even know,My sweet, my silent, my loveThe dark ...
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My worst friend. My best enemy.
On that day,On every every life,In every way.Losing the will.Always afraid to stay.Being loved isn't worth this pain.Dying inside,Staying to try.Not finding a way,Losing my mind.Crying and screaming,M
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An Introduction
Welcome to my writing.Welcome to my mind.Welcome to my creation.Welcome to my heart.Welcome to my hopes.Welcome to my dreams.Welcome to the craze.Welcome to the ideas.Welcome to the laughs.Welcome to
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Soaps, ropes, popes.
Soap on a rope. Held by the Pope.The Pope is a dope,Because he likes to mopeover his soap...on a rope,and rejection by Hope. (This poem brought you you by the ...
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The Man Without a Face (A Countdown of Hours)
A Few Beginning Notes: This is a completely fictional poem/story about war. The man in this story I have personally named "Mike" as that seems to be the name of ...
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The monsters
Smile at the monsters, dear.Offer them some tea.Ask them if they will come out to play a game with thee.Smile at the monsters, not scream or shout.the worst thing you ...
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Sick
It's almost sick how sickI am. You run around with your happy faces and intimate spaces and I hate you for it. I hate you. I'm sad so why isn't ...
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A house burns down from the POV of the fire.
A fire falls in love with a woman and tries to save her.