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She’s high again, but this time it’s different. She runs from the house, two different shoes on her feet. Her backpack’s filled with that shit.
By AJ Wright8 years ago in Poets
“Why bother trying? There’s no use applying. You’ll never get in, and here’s why, You’re not smart enough to apply. You want to do law?
By Leah Jones8 years ago in Poets
i read a book once that compared champagne to the stars, and how when they drank the bubbly wine, they felt all the constellations
By Meagan Zimmer8 years ago in Poets
The letter you wrote from the top of the mountains To reach the sky takes a million dreams that crazy alive Maybe the mist will cover part of your way to going up
By E. NATASHA8 years ago in Poets
Here is what I know: My name is Caoimhe. My wife cannot say my name correctly, but I cannot say hers either, so I suppose that is fair. My wife, Adalheidis, pretended to be a man for a long time. This is the only reason we are allowed to be married—the only reason we met. I am glad for it. She is my world; our son is my universe.
By Teela8 years ago in Poets
And even after her escape, He always found a way to haunt her. Taunting her in his own suspicious ways. It was a mistake at first she thought to herself.
By Juliann Calloway8 years ago in Poets
“come here,” you said, clearing space on the bed, when i complained about the uncomfortable chair with itchy fabric, making me sit too straight.
Look up at the stars Look how they shine for you Look to your left, you’ll see someone that wants to be there too Think about the wonders
By Dean Vetrano8 years ago in Poets
