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  • Love is cancer

    Love is horrible,powerful and rips at your insides, it makes you bleed without touching you.Makes you cry without you wanting to,It makes you love without you wanting to. You forget ...

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    1 min read
  • The lovers

    I took a drink from a vial,so that i could sleep a while,The doctor shall pronounce me dead,so i can be with my wed.I walk towards her hallowed hall,I don't ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • Blood

    Their is blood on the rug,on the dining room chairs,streaked up the walls,it's under the stairs.Blood in the bath tuball in the sink,all over the sofa,next to the spilled red ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    2 min read
  • My death wish

    If I died tommorrow,I want flowers on my grave,small white ones,that all look the same.I don't want a church service,they always made me sad,but I want you to cry,so I ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • Do angels cry in heaven?

    Do angels cry in heaven?If I'm being honest,I think they do.Their tears soften the ground,and sprinkle the grass with dew.They dampen the mud,making my messy foot prints last,stretching into the ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • Vegas baby

    Cloaked in the ribbon that is darkness,we all sell our soul for the right price,we hide where the light can see us,we are in the desert in the darkest night.You ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • The colour purple

    This poem is from the point of view of Cecile from the book the colour purple. The grammar and spelling are intentionally like that. Thanks and enjoy.**************************************************

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • The Robot Girl

    Wires all over me,machines that help me breathe,A heart that can be seen on a screen,Is this a life I should lead?My life destroyed aged seven,in a coma until I ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • Oh how I hate the stars

    Oh how I hate the stars.How they mock me in the night.How they dance with the moon,and cast a pitiful light.Oh how I hate the twinkle,the twinkle that they own,I ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • Vultures

    My skin is torn,salt in my pores,sun tinted red,vision is gone.The vulture they follow,waiting for me to drop,to tear away the flesh,and leave me to feet find the rocks,and I ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • How it really is

    You find sadness in the drunken man,who is asleep in the street,yet he finds his happiness,in what makes his heart weak.You feel sorry for the woman,who lost her baby girl,she ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • Dear god, I killed my husband

    Dear God,I hate my life,I'm forced to live with a man,who will not admit I'm his wife.He beats me, mistreats me,and makes me feel sick,I feel like I'm going under,I ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    2 min read
  • Rest in peace

    Hi all. I wrote this after watching My sisters keeper, and I was kinda thinking about if I died. I think this was I would want reading at my funeral. ...

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    2 min read
  • Ghosts

    Let me chase my ghosts.Don't try to hold me back.Let my memories haunt meand try to hold me back.Let the darkness guide meand be my guiding light.Let me cry over ...

    • Poetry
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    1 min read
  • Yesterday I found a box

    Yesterday I found a box,small and silver on my was covered in a thick dust,and the combination I did not know.I took it down from it's placeand held it in ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    2 min read
  • I'm just a fish

    I am a fish. Small and insignificant. I live in this pond, nay this ocean. I am pale blue with grey stripes. I am part of school, but yet no ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • Butterflies

    I have a jar of butterflies.Would you like to come and see?My favourite is the blue onewith the green pattern on his wings.I love the way they flutter and waltz ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • Vanity

    It's been three yearssince you last checked your reflection.You've worked so hard to get here,you never have time for now you sit before the vanity anddon't recognise the face before ...

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    • Other
    2 min read
  • Rest in peace

    Hey, this poem is about my dog who died today, so If you don't like it, I honestly don't care as this is just a way for me to vent. ...

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    1 min read
  • The artist and the surgeon.

    I am not sure about this poem . . . please review*********************************************************The surgeon is the artistand has talent with the blade.The man with the palettehas nothing on

    • Poetry
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    1 min read
  • Winter Fireworks

    Feet covered with white snow.Sticks showing from the blanketbeneath our feet.We walk around the bleached trees,and over dampend leaves.I surround you with in my arms,stopping the cold wind from winnin

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    2 min read
  • Ferris wheel

    Fairground rides make broken hearts,or so I have come to believe.Toffee apples and candyflossand the smell of autumn in the breeze.I sat by the entrance,my converse beating against the brick.The ...

    • Poetry
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    1 min read
  • Every Good Boy Deserves Favour

    This is based around the character Ivanov from Tom Stoppards' play "Every Good Boy Deserves Favour"*****Every Good Boy Deserves Favour,simple to pick why does the violinist,bow when they should pluck.

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    • Other
    1 min read
  • Alone

    Shall I throw pennies in a well,making magic wishes?or shall I toss my dreamsupon a falling blue star?Should I see a fourtune teller,offer her my palm,watch her deal a deck ...

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    • Other
    1 min read
  • Silence. Deadly, paranoid silence.

    Silence. Deadly, paranoid screams across the moorsand bashes itself against the screams and screams in bloodlustfulagony, until you can feels it's very breathagainst the back of your neck. The goosebu

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    2 min read
  • Ode to Ice Cream

    My life was simply empty,I was a shell nothing tastebuds were so naiveso dull and tired of the same.One day my mother came home,with bags of goods galore.From one of ...

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    2 min read
  • Princess killer

    I killed Cinderella,shot her twice in the back.Didn't know her,didn't need to.I knew how it would end.Happy. Ever. After.Yeah, I tipped of the witch,gave her the poison myself.Apple, genius.She should

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • Society hates me

    If you are deep in belief of god then do not read this. It is my personal view and is not meant to offend.Why oh why am I hated?Is it ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    2 min read
  • Beat

    What's the point.Not to what I did, to anything.What is the point.beatI have been this real?Or do I really exist.I am not sure.Still, what's the pointBeatBeatThe stars, do they look ...

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    • Other
    1 min read
  • Poison

    People usually drink wine with meals,Rosé, white or red regardless,I take a swig of poison,but don't take salt, but arsanic.A sucide attempt, how drole. Happiness in a bottle of sleeping ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • A poem for BGL

    We're all just six feet under,shut away from the world.Our secret's are sinsand we should be ashamed.Yet, we all walked forward,and held our colours high.And we bore the consequences,as we ...

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    • Other
    1 min read
  • Poison *Edited*

    People usually drink wine with meals,Rosé, white or red regardless,I take a swig of poison,but don't take salt, but arsanic.A sucide attempt, how drole. Happiness in a bottle of sleeping ...

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    • Other
    1 min read
  • happy never after

    Spoiler! : I know this needs work but I would just like to see what people think Does Prince Charmingride a white steed?Do princesses wait in high towers?Does my love ...

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    • Other
    1 min read
  • Slowly I kill myself. . . well you know with reality tv

    And the winner is . . .Really, who cares?Forced fed views fromthe judges in their chairs.Reality tv, so what.Poisoning the public withpoluted messagesand conformist ideals.The weeks news consists of w

    • Poetry
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    1 min read
  • Frost Bite

    Such unique angelsdance from the sky.The spin soft and slowy,and now here they many angels fellfrom the sky.Now it is piled up,clawing towards the sky.Trapped in my four wall.How the ...

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    1 min read
  • Oh and here is your knife back

    Can you remember the day?The day we met,the warm september breezeswarming over the gaggle of students.Can you remeber the moment?The moment we met.That changed our lives forever.I remeber your fumble,

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    1 min read
  • Stars sequence. *Reviews really needed*

    The truth about starsI remember when I was six years oldand my grandma died,I asked my mum where she wentand she just said the sky.That night she came and sat ...

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    2 min read
  • The spontaneous combustion of a city somewhere

    "You can not provoke a man with a full stomach" - A quote about ChartismYou can only put down a classfor so long until they rise upfrom benath your feet.They ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • Early Sunset

    Early sunset amoungstpurple moors.They catch alight inthe forgetting sun.He stands and watches them,with her naturally,as the sun soars intooblivion.They are content with their situation,with their mo

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • Judgement day

    The sky, it beats.Pulsates with runs of red.The blood of thousands in whichit has taken.You can smell the fear,the pain, the blood.You can sit it as well,littered across the roadlike ...

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    1 min read
  • Cynicism, dogs and a good cup of tea

    A knife wedgedin a wedding cakeis a realist view of the world.Love is a sillylittle fantasy,dreamed up bylittle girls.I don't believe in love.Valentines make me sick.Loves kissing at midnight,is so ...

    • Poetry
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    1 min read
  • I stand on the brink of despair

    I stand on the brink of despairand I skip stones against thetides of oblivion.I watched them leapand plummet.They cast ripples against our lives.I don't feel anything.I am cold and empty,like ...

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    1 min read
  • scars and stripes

    The flag blowsmagestically in the wind.Casting shadows on allthe others around it.A nation whichfights for freedom.Strives to aidthe world around it.A nation foundedon the brutal slaughterof people wh

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    1 min read
  • Somme

    Can you hear the songbirds?They are loft within the sky.Can you hear the thunderof the machine guns as they cry?I stood at the field,the one by passers gate.I saw the ...

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical
    1 min read
  • and then I scream.

    Close your eyes and scream;Scream for the lost,the damned,and the forgotten.I remember that daywhen I sat unawareto the masses who wouldyet to see another day.Every channelscreamed the same dreaded ne

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    1 min read
  • You're perfect (A love poem-ish)

    Moon ridden skiesflow in the reflectionfrom the water.We gaze into the depths,but not seeing past our appearance on the service.After a while,she's crying.Tears staining his face.I wished I could hold

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    2 min read
  • Cannibal

    Her warm bloodmassages the insideof my thoat.It's sickly aromaswims aroundthe trapped space.I dig my nailsdeep into her arm,and pull out another chunck.I squeeze her heart,emptying all the chambers,in

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    1 min read
  • Tides of life.

    The waves climb high,then collapse into the blue below.They mix among the already,and the forever there.swim little girl, swimI look out into the endless blue,you're six years old again.Splashing. Swi

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    2 min read
  • Through the tree's

    Your off pitch laughcarried itself throughdying and decaying trees.This was paradise.A dead forgotten place,that we were alone.You sprinted to thetop of Yeoman's hill.You stood with arms outstretchedt

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    1 min read
  • Let the horses run

    His chesnut frameis in stark comparison to the excess mud which they storm across.They are now understandthe gun fire whichaims for the legs,which hopes to hurt them.Lifeless skies sore above,as ...

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    1 min read
  • Track marks

    Random red runsare scattered across my arm.Some see it as a cry of help,or for attention.I was looking for escape.You all currently havethe exact same thought.And i'm not,and this is ...

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    1 min read
  • The shadows

    I can see shadows.Elongated shadows crawlthe walls of my very tissue becomesstaurated by the thought of them.They race through my blood circulated through my organs,the very chambers of my heart ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    2 min read
  • Where can I find her?

    "Where can i find her?"He stumbled into the barfor the fourth time this week."Where can I find her?"Four drinks down and he still demands her. Stilldemands her, who no-one has ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    2 min read
  • Fate hill

    Sluggishly, we pull our sinstowards our end.Some carry with strangled rope,digging their heels into the blistering sand.Others carry theirs as carry on luggage on their journey.I stopped half way up ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • The beast of poor

    I sat peering from my window, to the dark,dismal moors that stretch before.The darkness it swallowed and the moonlight it followed,stalked hare and rabbit greater than before.The moor knew of ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    3 min read
  • First kiss

    The moonlight shone downonto her pale, beautiful face.Her firm jaw framing herperfect smile. I could not love her morethan I did at that point.I pushed her yellow hair behind her ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    2 min read
  • Ophelia's revenge

    Ophelia;She walks clenching a knife,unto her pale and cold bosom. Her wet night gown dragging,pulling weeds behind her.Her hair mangled and dark, polluted with water.She holds the knife tighter,knuckl

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • The night is always darkest before the dawn

    I am captivated by the silent winds.They swim through our sanguine nightmares,caress your very fears and hold them with beast like grip. This is night.Night, a simple coined term; if ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • I made a deal with the Devil

    I stepped hastily alongcollapsing ridges into the depths of oblivion.Tormented sould are flung downwards throughthe many circles of hell, their screamssprint through my ears and leavean impression on

    • Poetry
    • Other
    2 min read
  • White flag

    So here is my white flag,I physically can not fight muscles ache from the battle,and my blood collects in pools on the floor.I look around me, friends lay crumpledamongst themselves, ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • Our Warzone

    The sky outside is burning and there is no-one left around. The familys, they are weeping, over their dead upon the ground. When father, son, sister and mother must ...

    • Poetry
    1 min read
  • 1812

    Disputing reality is much easier than believing it

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • Jack

    The story of Jack through his life

    • Poetry
    • Culture
    2 min read
  • Do i disgust you?

    A response to something i read called the 'gay agenda'

    • Poetry
    • Culture · Other
    1 min read
  • Hate cannot conquer love.

    The story of a girl whose love was taken from her.

    • Poetry
    • Culture · Other
    1 min read
  • Paparazzi promises

    Life in the fast line can become too much

    • Poetry
    • Culture
    1 min read
  • How Jane died.

    How a young girl died.

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    1 min read
  • Beware of the Malaceth.

    The story of a The Malaceth. A beast who hunts in the forest.

    • Poetry
    • Fantasy · Culture
    1 min read
  • Silence

    Silence can condemn as much as someone else's actions.

    • Poetry
    • Culture · Realistic
    1 min read
  • It's all so...realistic

    A response to the recent work commenting on depression

    • Poetry
    • Other · Culture
    1 min read
  • She wears six inch heels.

    A critic on modern day society.

    • Poetry
    • Culture
    1 min read
  • The Wicked Witch

    The modern day Wicked Witch

    • Poetry
    • Humor · Culture
    1 min read
  • Review nice or don't review at all.

    Review polite or review at all. People need to learn to be critical but not horrible.

    • Poetry
    • Realistic · Other
    2 min read
  • There is something about Sara

    Why I love Sara

    • Poetry
    • Culture · Romantic
    2 min read
  • I gave birth to my nightmare

    A poem about a mother who does not love her child.

    • Poetry
    • Other · Narrative
    1 min read
  • We both remain quiet.

    A sort of different poem; more of one to be read aloud. Deals with different culture ideas and the idea of just watching.

    • Poetry
    • Culture · Realistic
    2 min read
  • Pompeii is burning

    Pompeii from an outer beings perspective

    • Poetry
    1 min read
  • An open invitation to my dad.

    An open invitation to my dad

    • Poetry
    • Narrative · Culture
    2 min read
  • Under the oak tree

    The story of a young person's dealings with selh harm

    • Poetry
    • Narrative · Culture
    2 min read
  • I was kissed by an older woman.

    Childhood trauma

    • Poetry
    • Culture · Narrative
    1 min read
  • I fell in love with a boy in five inch heels

    The story of how someone falls in love.

    • Poetry
    • Narrative · Realistic
    4 min read
  • Stereotypes.

    stereotypes may not always be what they seem

    • Poetry
    • Culture · Narrative
    2 min read
  • The princess with cancer.

    This princess falls ill by a tragic illness

    • Poetry
    • Culture · Lyrical
    2 min read
  • Thunder is just a noise.

    A comparison between thunder and something else

    • Poetry
    • Culture · Narrative
    1 min read
  • The Cinderbeasts

    Well, i'm not to sure about this poem so reviews would be nice. (Sorry it's not much of a description)

    • Poetry
    • Narrative · Dramatic
    1 min read
  • I swallowed butterflies

    Trying to get the love back in a relationship.

    • Poetry
    • Culture · Narrative
    1 min read
  • ​Narcissistic reflections on myself.

    How I began to like myself

    • Poetry
    • Culture · Narrative
    2 min read
  • I have always hated my freckles.

    A personal confliction about what you are, and perceived to be.

    • Poetry
    • Culture · Narrative
    2 min read
  • Almost.

    Almost is what happens

    • Poetry
    • Narrative · Dramatic
    2 min read
  • Crap, I think I love you.

    A stream of consciousness about loving someone

    • Poetry
    • Romantic · Realistic
    3 min read
  • Sonnet of a untrusting lover.

    I tried a sonnet....

    • Poetry
    1 min read
  • Your lips.

    A story of someone's lips.

    • Poetry
    • Narrative · Dramatic
    2 min read
  • I kissed a girl....I wasn't a fan.

    A documentation to what happened to me last night

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • Shotgun kisses.

    How kisses can feel.

    • Poetry
    • Romantic · Narrative
    2 min read
  • Better a virgin

    The story of lovers

    • Poetry
    2 min read
  • Why I hate the past tense.

    Rest in peace my dear sister.

    • Poetry
    • Realistic · Narrative
    2 min read
  • Folie a deux

    Part two of my poems in memory to my sister

    • Poetry
    • Realistic · Lyrical
    1 min read
  • First Dance.

    The story of true love and a first dance

    • Poetry
    • Romantic · Narrative
    2 min read
  • Love at first sight.

    A little something I threw together; short and sweet.

    • Poetry
    • Romantic · Narrative
    1 min read
  • Coming out.

    The story of the closet.

    • Poetry
    • Culture
    1 min read
  • I wanted to be Cinderella.

    Oh how I wanted to be Cinderella

    • Poetry
    • Culture
    2 min read
  • My nightmare.

    My dreams often embody you.

    • Poetry
    1 min read
  • Just tell me how to tell you.

    I just need to say I love you.

    • Poetry
    1 min read
  • Farewell, My Darling.

    Farewell, my darling, and good luck.

    • Poetry
    1 min read
  • I rearranged my vocabulary for you.

    I rearranged my vocabulary for you.

    • Poetry
    2 min read
  • My dear Icarus.

    A very rough piece concerning Icarus' mother

    • Poetry
    1 min read
  • Phantom Vibrations.

    People feel their phones' ring even when they don't

    • Poetry
    1 min read
  • Father

    Frankenstein's monster does not full understand

    • Poetry
    1 min read
  • Viaduct.

    Location makes memories.

    • Poetry
    • Romantic
    1 min read
  • To the boy who slept in my bed last night.
    • Poetry
    2 min read
  • Dear Disney

    This is a slam poem

    • Poetry
    1 min read
  • I love you Connor Wells.

    Oh how I love you

    • Poetry
    2 min read
  • Time would not stop.

    My YWS hunger games entry

    • Poetry
    3 min read
  • Pink triangles.

    My YWS hunger games entry

    • Poetry
    2 min read
  • You loved me broken.

    You loved me broken

    • Poetry
    2 min read
  • My night with Peter Pan.

    My night of love with Peter Pan

    • Poetry
    1 min read
  • Lustful stares.

    The summer romance climaxes in silence

    • Poetry
    2 min read
  • Apple

    A short little poem

    • Poetry
    1 min read
  • Wanderlust

    My wanderlust took me everywhere except where I wanted to be

    • Poetry
    1 min read
  • Pins and Twine.

    Pins in maps show me my world

    • Poetry
    2 min read
  • Ghosts
    • Poetry
    2 min read
  • Clockwork

    Fake can be hard to swallow

    • Poetry
    1 min read
  • I had a dream

    Something I wrote in bed last night

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical · Other
    1 min read
  • Wake up now.

    You need to wake up now

    • Poetry
    2 min read
  • Seven layers of hell.

    My seven layers of hell

    • Poetry
    1 min read
  • The alcoholic introvert

    My quater final slam poem

    • Poetry
    2 min read
  • the minatour's wife

    He wasn't alone in there

    • Poetry
    1 min read
  • My body became binary code
    • Poetry
    3 min read
  • My lover
    • Poetry
    2 min read
  • Binge watching tv, or, How to move on with your life, or, A letter to my ex boyfriend

    This isn't my best and is a stream of consciousness and to be honest not very poetic. Enjoy.

    • Poetry
    3 min read
  • If on a cold night in Paris

    My thoughts as I wander through Parisian strwets

    • Poetry
    2 min read
  • My life has no trigger warning

    My life has no trigger warning...

    • Poetry
    2 min read
  • Are we out of the woods yet?

    The story of Ashleigh Jenkins

    • Poetry
    2 min read
  • On red Wellington boots

    A poem for Jane. The bravest woman I know

    • Poetry
    1 min read
  • Starched sheets

    The darkness consumes

    • Poetry
    • Narrative · Literature
    2 min read
  • I am Luke.

    What happened to Luke

    • Poetry
    2 min read
  • On being Geography Jess

    My first poem in a while. Deals with my addiction problem

    • Poetry
    2 min read
  • Dionysus pours a drink

    Retro returning after a few years. Poem about Dionysus and a work on the Greek myth

    • Poetry
    1 min read


We think in generalities, but we live in details.
— Alfred North Whitehead