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  • Mihaela Vasileva
    Published about 3 hours ago
    Silence

    Silence

    What I lack,
  • Mihaela Vasileva
    Published about 3 hours ago
    Do I Have a Voice?

    Do I Have a Voice?

    I stand on this earth.
  • Chloe Gilholy
    Published about 5 hours ago
    Don’t Let Jim Know

    Don’t Let Jim Know

    Oh my good friend Jim.
  • Monica B.
    Published about 5 hours ago
    Love

    Love

    Love is rage
  • Egle Juozapaityte
    Published about 5 hours ago
    Childhood

    Childhood

    A little kid, sees her father
  • Egle Juozapaityte
    Published about 6 hours ago
    Why My Sun Has Gone

    Why My Sun Has Gone

    Why my sun has gone,
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  • Aarushi Shetty
    Published about a month 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 3 months ago
    A Black Boy's Mother

    A Black Boy's Mother

    I can storm the streets in anger,
  • Amee Maree
    Published 6 months ago
    Age Difference

    Age Difference

    The things,
  • Fatima Elmusbahi
    Published 7 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 8 months ago
    Experiences in Poetry
  • Lenora Huỳnh
    Published 9 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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  • Tessa Tabor
    Published about 11 hours ago
    The Hole in My Head

    The Hole in My Head

    I was always speaking with you
  • Mr. KUTZKY
    Published 3 days ago
    Temperamental Strengths

    Temperamental Strengths

    These temperamental strengths require so much thanks, I have to continuously administer them praise or else it's a shame how they behave. My skills are children with sugar cane legs, any water not worshiped will melt them away. The tending and attention is worth all the painstaking I've mentioned. I've never witnessed gifts like theirs so I suffer the swaying so that they're spared. It's nuisance well worth the headache, their power when pandered to, urges a demand that I demand I do. When I have them well watered in wanderlust they have more power than with any man I'd dare trust. Their vision and wisdom is why I give to them what I give them. I could be a sucker to their sweetness but I haven't seen any other offerings available that could beat this. I stay attentive and nurturing for the certainty they instill in me. Could be but a beautiful delusion to die to, but I myself I am wise too. The fruits they yield from my labor guarantee to me a bright bet on which I wager. I might be the savior of a rare crucial breed, thus I don't doubt much the deed for which I bleed. Though I neglect the normal, the mundane and the common, I suspect you'll respect what I've dismissed when all your problems they solve them. This psychic finicky plant possess a knowingness that outwits even the cleverest of nit wits. If you can get the gist it's prowess will abolish every dish that's been served filled with fallacies you didn't deserve. All the lies in this world that rob you of brilliance will cease beneath the eyes of what I've revived into resilience. No not forever will I have to baby this temperamental misbehaving lady. It's lessons it's learning and its wings it is earning. When I finally takes flight you will revere its sharp sight, and I will seek solace knowing I had did what was right.
  • Kate Marie
    Published 4 days ago
    This Ain’t About You

    This Ain’t About You

    This ain’t About you but maybe it is.
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  • Lindsay Raspi
    Published 3 days ago
    Heel! Heal!

    Heel! Heal!

    In Texas I eat chips and salsa like an animal. I get protein from sour cream which I always thought was gross. The animal metabolizes quickly. In eighth grade I licked cream cheese off a plastic knife and my friend’s mom made me shower outside for the rest of vacation, because I was an animal. In third grade Amanda and I got too friendly with her stuffed animals and her dad shamed us severely. Animals.
  • Ode to Edie Sedgwick

    Ode to Edie Sedgwick

    Mayflower girl surrounded by sins.
  • Taylor Smart
    Published 4 days ago
    Sensitive
Surreal Poetry
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