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Know Your Worth
I said it's beautiful What he replied This tree It's just a tree he said But in it I saw the ways of life intertwined and the heart beats of the life it sustained
Erica MarablePublished 7 years ago in PoetsSecrets
People see me as a happy person but secretly I'm crying they see me when I'm laughing but not when I'm dying no one knows what's going on
Dana SheridanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRose Quartz
The rose quartz stabs me in the heart It is supposed to heal me I am deprived of human touch The tsunami rolls over my soul
Jessica KarnesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOne Leaf
One leaf with the perfect shape no imperfections different from the others it's special it almost seems out of place yet somehow it fits in
Dana SheridanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLittle Love
I wasn’t expecting you to come in and change everything I wouldn’t change a thing The way you looked at me on our first date
Natascha DenneePublished 7 years ago in PoetsTrapped
Four white walls conceal me the door is always locked I have no way out of here I am alone in this room I lay on the floor and imagine
Dana SheridanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAll-American Family
Dying to be perfect I am from an all-american family. From beautiful sons, daughters, aunts and cousins. I am from a perfect family
Savannah PetersonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBarcode 1
"Breath!" In in in... "Please breath out" ... out "Fuzz your focus" My cornea is shaking blurred lines is all I'm taking.
Published 7 years ago in PoetsOn Instant Gratification
I. As Greek Physician, Hippocrates, said and I quote: "Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food. " II. And pick your fancy:
Tabitha OdutayoPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFollow Your Path
I am a fighter, I am a hater, I am a lover, and I am a forgiver. But do not dare call me condescending or a hypocrite. Watch where you are walking along my path.
R.A. HudsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsUntitled #04
She is the reason I stopped crying Because she speaks to me and her words tear through my sadness like an army of panthers.
Sean Jacque-JohnsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe End of My Days
The end of my days will come from jumping off a cliff for you. But really you pushed me off. I know your twisted ways. Where a friend's a friend until you're done.
Becca DestaPublished 7 years ago in Poets