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Haunted House
My walls are thin, gray, and peeling My life force is… almost nonexistent I bear bruises and cracks all over my ceiling With Death breathing down my back, persistent
By Jeniah Clarke9 years ago in Poets
It's Hard for Me to Tell You This...
It’s hard for me to tell you this. I'm not even quite sure why But when i'm with you, all i think about is other ways to die
By LAILA L9 years ago in Poets
The Presence
He had always hated, The call of the dark, A wind howled through the trees, He heard wild dogs bark. But ‘twas not just the hounds,
By Abellona T9 years ago in Poets
Charlotte Bronte Changed My Life
My favorite book is Villette by Charlotte Bronte. It's one of the few novels of hers that was not adapted to a BBC miniseries. To be honest, I read a lot of the classics so I could guiltlessly watch their adaptations. It started with Wuthering Heights when I was 13 or so. At that age, I couldn't completely grasp the nuance, but its story impacted me (even after I realized how convoluted and hateable the characters were. Literally all of them.) Yeah, the book is pretty cheesy and outlandish.
By Audrey Wierenga9 years ago in Poets
The Growth of Failure
If you falter, Fear not the consequence, Fight the legions of Pride and Wrath, For there is only one truth above all.
By Nathan Fox9 years ago in Poets
It's Going to be All Right
Joy is watching your little brother’s cheeky smile turn into a laugh Joy is knowing there’s nothing more you need than what you already have
By Jeniah Clarke9 years ago in Poets
Cocoon
I have to be honest, open, and willing to receive. I have to clarify what I mean. I am emerging from my cocoon. I am releasing the urges from my womb. I am finally setting myself free. I am not doing this for you, him, or her. I am doing this for me. I need to see what I have climbed, lost in time, and stand firmly on borrowed time. This is it. This is me. Take a good look, because it is the last time you see, the insane one, the one who has to flee. I am me.
By Street Corner9 years ago in Poets
This Path
This Path I came across, Broken yet stable. Do I trust you? This Path of confusion, Oh how much I hate you. Do I go?
By Karri Duperron9 years ago in Poets