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Dear Student
Dear Student I forgive you for stomping that giant erect phallus Into the pristine snow Of the playground. The rounded droop, lightly shadowed
David BulleyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHer
I see her standing there wind in her hair She has this certain flair I can't help but stare She starts to walk my way. I notice her hips sway
James StevisonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCracked
I don't want to be fixed, broken inside and out. Stand beside me and you'll see that it's okay not to be whole sometimes, it's
Amber CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRape Breaks the Pride of Angels
'Help me!' she tries to say but the words are trapped inside,too scared to even whisper. "My dear why do you hide?"Across her fragile body the jagged scars all showyet she says nothing. "You hurt, is that not so?"
Jamie WillsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRead Me
Do you see what I did there? I captured your attention, Climbed the oak like a bear, It worked like a magical invention.
Chloe UrquhartPublished 7 years ago in PoetsInside
Stone cold eyes, but no hardened stare Head full of dreams but mind of despair A smile on his face, a spring in his step Swamped by the work that's been set for prep
Joshua AldenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsIllusion Too Good to Be True
I thought I knew you And I thought you knew me But it is clear that we were strangers Who were never meant to be How did you not see
Alicia Del RePublished 7 years ago in PoetsInsomnia
Why can I never sleep at night? I lie there and think, watch the night consume everything but me That encroaching black calling to me
Joshua AldenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSmile.
Smile For you know not the beauty that is your soul Smile For you know not the power that you hold Smile For you are not your past or your worst
James StevisonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Haunting
You never have to look back, you never have to see me, I am just a ghost brushing through the intricate lacework of your life.
Poppy GandyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDo Not Open
Hi, I'm James. At least, that's what I want to say. But instead my mouth forms different words, ones that force their way between my teeth, much like the way I force myself out of bed in the morning. But since we're talking about mornings, let me tell you about mine. These summer dresses and cute flats never quite fit. Eating my breakfast when I wish I could be eating the pain and dysphoria I face everyday, wishing they would disappear as quickly as my cereal does.
James StevisonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Girl Who
Think about it for a second, think of who I am. I'm not some simple easy girl, you have to understand. I'm the girl who sits there silent, watching the world win.
Serrena GraggPublished 7 years ago in Poets