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Sufyan Ahmed 3h
Eyes closed all of the memories came crashing In like a wave I reach my arms out To catch them And hold them close But I ended up drowning
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Alexus Fay 59m
A poem written as a means of healing. Writing has always been a means if therapy and a way to think through things. I will be teaching writing courses and workshops this summer. . . . .
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Sufyan Ahmed 18h
Golden brown trees  blowing past  Gen couple wheels  My journey follows  No one's path  But my own The truth.  Only feel sometimes
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Beryl achieng Jun 16
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Charmi 31m
Don't blame others for not getting you, people are not mind readers. Don't blame them for your cowardice. . .
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Shuchi Prasad Writer Jun 22
Life had everything that death never could, And yet it was in awe of death, Life was wary, and death It was absolute. .
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Two Kegs Of Gun Powder 9h
"..He that tells the truth is always on the run Not from the truth but from its effects From the hunters of the truth For they'll stop at nothing to put an end to the truth.."
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chum. Jun 20
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Jacob Moses 2h
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Rachel B. Baxter Jun 23
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M L Woldman Jun 21
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ferial.poetry Jun 22
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Breiter Jun 22
the plane turns on the tarmac as engines throttle a beast to air like you wish throw yourself into her words and eyes and swan pose on a rubber ball
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Breiter Jun 22
crossing out a word, new meaning emerges like a pause before she speaks, admits she had affairs when you were on hospital call
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Ipsita Roy 17h
I've died finding five pairs of fingers that caress me, not a pair of palms that grips, not a pair of fists that chokes, not a heart full of lust and greed... . .
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Rocksteady 💯 Jun 22
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matsalted Jun 22
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CJ Spammer Jun 23
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ZenPens 6h
Like a blade of grass the sun shines and scolds the rain. The moon walks its slivery eyes, The sky showcases its bright colours, The Spoken Word Artiste , , , , , ,
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Tejumade Ojo Jun 23
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