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Dads aren't supposed to leave you home alone while they go out and get drunk off of women with low-esteem and high-frequency alcohol.
By C Logan8 years ago in Poets
Sometimes you're my friend that comforts me when I sit and wonder why, When I'm so down not even my silhouette stays with me,
By Jeremiah Jackson8 years ago in Poets
My earliest memories of joy Contained flowers Wood violets and apple blossoms Dandelions and clover Lilacs and hibiscus
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
It’s January and you said, “You’re nothing.” and I wish that your fist to my face hurt more than the words you spat out because
By Annamarie Jimenez8 years ago in Poets
Readily available to be angry. Under many conditions enraged, Feeling wrathful and your blood's boiling! All because of irate.
By Joseph Marra8 years ago in Poets
(You're the Best) the sun has a way of touching me gently like the skin of a peach, not the same way I feel your hands on me. I don't know in this moment which one I prefer, though you do both protect me from the wind. all I know is - you still love me, owe me? you make marks on me like I want to do to this page, I'm trying -
By isa bel8 years ago in Poets
The air whistled through my hair I have no destination Nowhere to go I am just a running cheetah fleeing for a place to be loved
By Sky-Marie Forquer8 years ago in Poets
When ribs and collarbones press through skin on an animals frame We are enraged and point fingers finding who to blame But when a woman walks by with the same
By Monika Olesen8 years ago in Poets
