Poetry
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- Written by: goddessofloco
- Category: Poetry
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- Written by: wickedwahine_69
- Category: Poetry
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I got a permanent scar today,
Because I was thinking of you.
Thinking that if your fingers burned,
From jalepenos and hot oven racks,
You would laugh,
Haha!!!
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- Written by: goddessofloco
- Category: Poetry
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Enchantment. Insanity. Thoughts of you entwined.
Your like a poisonous ivy, wound round, and round my mind.
When I'm confused I think of you, and in this way you are my muse.
Ideas spark, alive, fresh and new,
Your insemination of my mind helps to create something long overdue.
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- Written by: michaelmiller.ic
- Category: Poetry
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On Nostalgia T.V.
The Lady in the Dark Room is the most played
In a realm of high definition regrets.
Back in a better time,
I washed up on the pier
As a glass man carrying shattered thoughts
Read more: Just Another Love Story (Unfinished)
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- Written by: mermaid82
- Category: Poetry
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I feel so much for someone I have never touched,
My heart is alive but yet I feel like I'm blind,
My head is in the clouds way up high, all loved up, I'm not gonna lie.
What might of started as a bit of fun, is now my world, my moon, my sun,
Shining so bright, yet so out of sight, feelings so strong I feel I have to write.
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- Written by: quidquid
- Category: Poetry
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Think of me not as being late
Fancy the dragon that had to be slain
Fancy Luftwaffe who took out the bridge
Let us be reasonable won’t you peach
Think of it not as there being another
Of me as unfaithful won’t you rather
Grant that again the mayor’s in trouble
And I am his cover his rarely used double
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- Written by: michaelmiller.ic
- Category: Poetry
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The late night scene burdens
On the turbulence of the 9 to 5 workers.
Here, the Writer finds the neon for his voids.
Boiling loins burning through piss stains
And pissed drunk membranes.
Here slither sluts, outcasts, frats, niggas, and crackheads,
Gathering birds begging for Night’s breads.
And once again, the Writer flicks lonely cigarettes,
These daughters of Jim beam whispering wet thighs.
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- Written by: NATURAL
- Category: Poetry
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She has been lying awake for hours
Too scared to even move
Trying not to awaken the devil
Dread pulsates through
Morning approaches
Same torment
Different day
Fear even penetrates her sleep
Dreams replaced by nightmares
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- Written by: NATURAL
- Category: Poetry
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You think there is nothing wrong
Why don’t you listen to my voice
And not your own
Living in your own world
Look in my eyes and see
My vacant expression
Feelings have drifted
No longer connected
One foot out the door
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- Written by: jana
- Category: Poetry
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With every fall,
it gets discovered a new depth,
Depth of disgrace,
Depth of disregard,
Depth of eyes, their ignorance,
Shallow hearts & heartless chests.
It is enlightening to stand,
to stand in front of a shut door,
to stand still and wait.
Faith gets tested,
and then the hope.
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- Written by: jana
- Category: Poetry
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With every fall
It gets discovered a new depth
Depth of disgrace,
Depth of disregard,
Depth of eyes, their ignorance,
Shallow hearts & heartless chests
