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I Remember
I don't cry over you anymore. Yet you're always there in the back of my mind. Along with my thought of homework and the weekend, there is you. I remember making out in the field. I remember hiding in an abandoned house from the rain. I remember you, I remember how you used to make me feel. How I never wanted to leave you.
By Muriel Weathers8 years ago in Poets
I Do Not Like the Dark
I do not like the dark. Hypothetically speaking No one likes the dark, the dark embodies everything That which is sent to destroy us, our souls, our
By A. Rose8 years ago in Poets
And They Say Romance Is Dead
‘i want sex, come here’ o knight in silver armour o my lord, at once i exist only for the benefit of thine shining genitals
By Sam G8 years ago in Poets
On Choice and Its Nature
The gray and bitter stay that way by choice and I believe that we all know the worst and so we know the best for everything, there is an opposite
By pasha alekseyev8 years ago in Poets
Hello!
Hello! I'm awkward. I say too much, feel too much, drink too much to make up for my shitty social skills. I'm socially inept. Sometimes I become paralyzed at the thought of conversation. So much so, my tongue trips over words I clumsily try to place like bad feng shui in an overly crowded, darkened house. Maybe all I am is sweaty palms and impromptu leaving too soons.
By V H8 years ago in Poets
For Instance
what if when the Devil was cast out- the pain of separation was too much to bear, broken into infinite pieces and placed
By Ron Walker8 years ago in Poets
You Deserve Better
[DISCLAIMER: I wrote this a few years ago, when struggling with my own sexuality and an eating disorder.] words of affection feel clumsy in my mouth
By Sam G8 years ago in Poets
Refuted Reasoning
I once was called one of God's favourite children Lighting up an influence of energy within my cut and bruised skin Looking within bringing the reign and fight back to the surface of the battle grounds that once we're tall buildings; filled with dreams and future lives, just waiting to be lived.
By Miss Riddle8 years ago in Poets