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 Vanished Light encircled sunlight vanished behind thunder clouds darkness rules the light reveal tears on rainy days by moments of moody... [read more] |
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Boundless aorta misty whiff of restless stream silver waterline within the need of pouring effusion roots of life. © Theresia A. Makat... [read more] |
 Our Hearts Dance The first look into your eyes Pierced my heart forever The first time our hands entwined I knew the vibrations were dele... [read more] |
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Funny, this thing called Love, almost as if it's a thirst for me that is unquenchable. "Too many miles, and the too little smiles" as my... [read more] |
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She approached me more out of curiosity than of desire Stepped tall in class from head to toe Her green eyes held a clever disguise She su... [read more] |
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In the quiet of the night he reflects on his past Wonders to himself alone, how long, will this memory last? He wonders at this very hour,... [read more] |
 ADHD Everything I see I want to be. Everything I touch I want to taste. My world is a big, bright, beautiful place. My mind twists like a p... [read more] |
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So my age begins to mocks me, like little gremlins prancing, playfully delighted at my expense. Softly aching muscles whisper small complain... [read more] |
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Bad Reaction Medicated, addlepated, drifting in and out of time, spider thoughts begin weaving an unweilding pattern upon my fevered brain... [read more] |
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Early morning, The smell of autumn fills the air. A light frost has covered the ground, And it is silent as only that time Of the day can be... [read more] |
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I sit, tense, adrenaline rush, and try to be as small as possible begging not to be noticed He sits in constant motion cigerette in hand mu... [read more] |
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My daughter never sits still It is not as though she is ill She flutters through life Without any strife Like a bird with a song and a trill... [read more] |
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When I think of you I cry Love wasn’t supposed to feel this way I thought love held you in its heart Warm and friendly Not this Loving you h... [read more] |
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I write what I feel The words flow Sometimes hard and fast Like a staccato beat Other times they come Slow and softly, Like a child crawl... [read more] |
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Kissi is mad again. Her tail is swinging back and forth like a wild metronome set to a funky beat. The look on her face is so seriously int... [read more] |