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Alone
Alone by Eric Trules i live alone it's taken me five years to fill up the closet since my girlfriend moved out that many years ago
By Eric Trules8 years ago in Poets
Secret, Sins, and Shames
Thoughts like fingers slip around my brain as if trying to find a grip on something infinitely uncontrollable like life
By Ricky McQuillan8 years ago in Poets
Fish Tank
When I felt him slowly squeezing the life out of me with his words, I thought I could change him But when he was squeezing the life out of me
By Roulette Weekend8 years ago in Poets
Life at Its Best
Stuck in a loop, Lost and afraid. Mind wondering off, To how many more days.. I have so many issues, That I just can't tell.
By Krystal Gem Rock8 years ago in Poets
The Narcissist
When I met you I knew we were different. I didn't know the differences we held would be so stark. I was a lover of all things.
By Roulette Weekend8 years ago in Poets
Warm Orange Aid and Sausage Rolls
When I think warm orange aid, I think of you, and how your car boot stood as a testament to every lost screw and loose page torn from engine manuals. How the half used bottle of tomato ketchup was a god send to the man who lived off dry pastries.
By Grace George8 years ago in Poets
Broken Chains
Little did we know that sunny Friday morning God up above was calling You left us confused and wondering why were you really that ill that you had to die
By May Taylor8 years ago in Poets
Angel and Pain
Her pain was unbearable, inflicted on her by those who claimed to love her. She simply wasn't prepared to enter the cage.
By Rachael Howard8 years ago in Poets
Poetry
How is it that poetry Can be so poetic The idea of death can be made to sound So free and unapologetic Words can be manipulated
By Meg Bradbury8 years ago in Poets
But Nobody Spoke Up. Top Story - February 2018.
They thought something was wrong, But no nobody spoke up. They saw the red flags, But nobody spoke up. They witnessed his mindset through social media,
By James Howell8 years ago in Poets
To My Own
To my kid or kids I hope I have one day I hope that I can be the best mother that I can be Times change and are always changing and I may not always understand what you are going through
By First Last8 years ago in Poets
System Living
Here stands a man. “What’s your plan?” “To buy a house” ..be the mouse “Drink dry grouse” ..be that louse, stuck on its back
By Georgia Griffiths8 years ago in Poets