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Read Me
Do you see what I did there? I captured your attention, Climbed the oak like a bear, It worked like a magical invention.
By Chloe Urquhart8 years ago in Poets
Inside
Stone cold eyes, but no hardened stare Head full of dreams but mind of despair A smile on his face, a spring in his step Swamped by the work that's been set for prep
By Joshua Alden8 years ago in Poets
Illusion Too Good to Be True
I thought I knew you And I thought you knew me But it is clear that we were strangers Who were never meant to be How did you not see
By Alicia Del Re8 years ago in Poets
The Hype Behind a Killer Clown
It’s easy to see why Stephen King’s “IT” will be the most anticipated film in cinematic history. Already, in the short time, the movie has been in cinemas, IT opened to an amazing $186 million in global revenue. Making it the dominant box office crasher since Guardians of the Galaxy 2, and the highest grossing R-rated movie since Deadpool.
By Allison K. Jones8 years ago in Geeks
Insomnia
Why can I never sleep at night? I lie there and think, watch the night consume everything but me That encroaching black calling to me
By Joshua Alden8 years ago in Poets
Smile.
Smile For you know not the beauty that is your soul Smile For you know not the power that you hold Smile For you are not your past or your worst
By James Stevison8 years ago in Poets
A Haunting
You never have to look back, you never have to see me, I am just a ghost brushing through the intricate lacework of your life.
By Poppy Gandy8 years ago in Poets
Do Not Open
Hi, I'm James. At least, that's what I want to say. But instead my mouth forms different words, ones that force their way between my teeth, much like the way I force myself out of bed in the morning. But since we're talking about mornings, let me tell you about mine. These summer dresses and cute flats never quite fit. Eating my breakfast when I wish I could be eating the pain and dysphoria I face everyday, wishing they would disappear as quickly as my cereal does.
By James Stevison8 years ago in Poets