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  • Monique Star
    Published about an hour ago
    Complicated Relationship

    Complicated Relationship

    Be me.
  • Rekab Semaj-Ydoc
    Published about 3 hours ago
    Heart Break of an Old Soul

    Heart Break of an Old Soul

    Emotions building up inside
  • Rekab Semaj-Ydoc
    Published about 3 hours ago
    Hopeless Romantics :-(

    Hopeless Romantics :-(

    A hopeless romantic
  • Bree Z Love
    Published about 3 hours ago
    Nature is More Pretty

    Nature is More Pretty

    Nature is More Pretty
  • Alex Barbu
    Published about 20 hours ago
    You

    You

    You.
  • Alex Barbu
    Published about 20 hours ago
    Anchor

    Anchor

    Anchor.
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  • Aarushi Shetty
    Published 2 months ago
    'The Princess Saves Herself in This One' by Amanda Lovelace

    'The Princess Saves Herself in This One' by Amanda Lovelace

    I am usually attracted to the cover, the synopsis, or even the author's name, when I choose a book to read. Then there are other times, when I choose a book by reading the first three sentences on the first page. However, Amanda Lovelace's poetry collection's title was the one that did it this time. the princess saves herself in this one.
  • Hope Martinez
    Published 4 months ago
    A Black Boy's Mother

    A Black Boy's Mother

    I can storm the streets in anger,
  • Amee Maree
    Published 7 months ago
    Age Difference

    Age Difference

    The things,
  • Fatima Elmusbahi
    Published 8 months ago
    Her

    Her

    She was a borderline fanatic searching for the smallest of details, that seemed to but warm her heart.
  • Katherine J. Zumpano
    Published 9 months ago
    Experiences in Poetry
  • Lenora Huỳnh
    Published 10 months ago
    Before the Rice Plant Becomes

    Before the Rice Plant Becomes

    There is an undeniable parallel between the history of rice and skin colour. It reminds us that darkness equates to filth, and this is stems from classism. Brown rice had a history of being cheap pig food. Evidently, it became unfathomable for humans to consider eating something meant for a farm animal.
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  • Inure Muse
    Published 8 days ago
    Washed in a Wave

    Washed in a Wave

    I'm in the shower and I start thinking to myself, 'If only I could wash the problems from my life the way I wash dirt from my skin'. Could I possibly efface the trauma in my soul, deep within? I don't know where to begin. Maybe I should start by loving myself. Stop trying to please the guy or girl who can't love me, the family who for some reason thinks they're above me and learn to recognize my value; I am a queen the likes of which no one has ever seen, a diamond in the rough ready to polished so that I gleam.
  • Kate Marie
    Published 8 days ago
    Marinate

    Marinate

    I can’t fathom
  • Inure Muse
    Published 8 days ago
    I Don't Feel...

    I Don't Feel...

    I don't feel the spark of joy I once felt with you.
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  • Tom Baker
    Published 8 days ago
    Arthur Rimbaud: "Being Beauteous" (1886)

    Arthur Rimbaud: "Being Beauteous" (1886)

    Against the fallen snow, an incarnation of beauty stands tall. The hissing of death, and the muted rounds of music make to ascend, like a risen ghost, the trembling, the cherished form. Wounds of scarlet and black erupt across the surface of the superb skin. All the proper colors of life darken and deepen, clear and break free, circling about as the vision is constructed.
  • Tom Baker
    Published 25 days ago
    Arthur Rimbaud: 'Fairy' and 'Democracy' (1886)
  • Vanesea A
    Published 26 days ago
    
= Milotopa =

    = Milotopa =

    Mother of all children ( μητέρα όλων των παιδιών )