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Stay with Me
Cuts on her arm, Tears in her eyes, She wasn't thinking of harm, Everything disguised by lies. In fear and desperation,
By Stephanie Vivino8 years ago in Poets
My Own Fear
Words aren’t enough to let sorrow escape so I hope that tears will ease the pain. To let it go out and empty me out in the deafening silence
By Diana Sol8 years ago in Poets
Prudent
What would you have learned if your plan never Failed? In order to get back on track certain trains have to be Derailed.
By Michael avant8 years ago in Poets
How I Am, I Will Stay
How I am, I will stay. I used to contemplate a soul mate... To turn me to love from all hate. I thought I needed someone before it was too late.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
Emotions
Hope. I have no hope. I've lost all hope. Please tie the rope. Let me hang, let me mope. Love. I don't believe in love,
By Michele Hastings8 years ago in Poets
Welcome Aboard
Welcome Aboard. Beaming like the rays protruding through all sixty four of my office’s windows as you shuffle down to aisle 32.
By Katherine Mallinson8 years ago in Poets
Acid
I want so many things that are forbidden to me. I want to love you, I want to show you what it's like to be free. Come with me, let me see.
By Michele Hastings8 years ago in Poets
Depth and Paper Swans
It has recently occurred to me that we exist outside of our own understanding of ourselves. I am not me in all my depth to my neighbor, or to the person in the striped backpack sitting beside me in class. I am a stranger, with a strange story. Perhaps no story at all.
By Caroline Yarborough8 years ago in Poets
Proposal
My knees so weak can barely stand i reach out you take my hand you lift me up now on my feet with a gentle pull our lips do meet
By Marcus cole8 years ago in Poets
Dead Poet
There will never be another. For you grip what remains of my heart. There is no longer space for anyone else, for only you dwell there.
By Deborah Portillo8 years ago in Poets
Society
What the fuck is with this society, pressuring men to fight and women to delight? What the fuck is wrong with this world? Pushing refugees away as if they
By Michele Hastings8 years ago in Poets
From the Ashes I've Become
"Just when you think you've burnt me to the ground, I will put myself back together from the ashes I've become... I will never trust my heart in another's hands, unless they're my own. Maybe you can break through to my heart? But you see, sometimes it's hard as stone..
By Brooke Coffell8 years ago in Poets