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The Deep Truth
I kinda despise the feeling I get when I see your face, a cold rush of light that runs through my veins. It eats me up inside,
By Taylor Renee Hurles8 years ago in Poets
2 Years This January 18
2 Years this January 18. Tomorrow is the one-year anniversary of the call, today is the one-year anniversary of your death. It was unexpected and jagged and cracked and all the kings horses and all the kings men tried, but couldn’t put you back-together-again.
By Sara Brown8 years ago in Poets
You Destroyed Me
You've always told me to never be afraid of the monsters that lay beneath my bed You injected all this fear into my thoughts
By larysa leanne8 years ago in Poets
#MyWorstDate
One day she decided to search her love, Love that can be with her mentally, emotionally, physically, She was missing something from her life
By SA_ dreamingwithmyfeet8 years ago in Poets
It's Just Not My Time Yet
Of all the harm I passed along the way, I seem to always conquer the day. It's just not my time yet! Of all the relationships I've had in my life,
By Latiesha Silas8 years ago in Poets
I Tell My Secrets to the Moon
I owe everything to the moon. I will not tell you who I am; that you don’t need to know. You see, the moon is alive and the sun knows about me,
By Anjoelina Johnson8 years ago in Poets
Rough
Some days are rougher than most In these times I hold you close Because these times are set to test The strength of our love
By Anzel james8 years ago in Poets
Commitment
There’s not much between Friends and Enemies Just a measure of commitment I have friends whose time I can’t beg for And enemies I never wanted who turn to me to change it Like it was my idea in the first place
By Conor Miggan8 years ago in Poets
The Pain of the Beetle...
before the beetle chirped she stole my heart all the love I received my soul revolved around her precious ways she cried like the ending days
By FAITH LOVEY8 years ago in Poets
The Little Bug
Depression, is a bitch. Depression is laying awake wishing you could text a friend that you haven’t talked to in a while because you just haven’t felt like it.
By S. Lebyrd8 years ago in Poets
And With His Last Words, He Learned His Lesson.
This is an exercise So I don’t hurt you, me or her Bleed the poison on the page and stand a chance That this won’t all be in vain
By Conor Miggan8 years ago in Poets
My Everything
She cries a river that leads Into an ocean of her hopes and dreams. Her days are long and the nights are cold and lonely.
By Austin Topham8 years ago in Poets