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Searching
Missing a part of me That should have been here It was all for the best Messages never made clear. Dying a little each time
Mandy CurryPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPoison
Deeper and deeper your poison is flowing Turning me into a person I never wished of knowing With every bitter word you scream
Dawn MoranPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAbsolute Beauty
The fragments from the past, present, and future formed a cohesion Now yesterday feels like today and tomorrow is already gone.
Shellbell kuhnPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA List of Things I'd Love to Forget
A list of things I’d love to forget The amount of freckles on your face - Was it, 23 or 24? 14 - wait, no, 15 was the amount of birthmarks on your arms,
Ana RodriguezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNew Age
Zenith of self-destruction Yes, that is the age we live in Xerox copies of the same problems, Waging battle anywhere they can.
D.A. BaldwinPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPain Is Real
The pain is real & nobody knows. The numbness is controlling. Can't feel. Blind to your lies & deceit. Just don't care.
Holding Out
The first time I saw your face My heart immediately began to race Being new in this small town I started to ask around All my friends said not to try
Dawn MoranPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNothing Like Those Other Girls
I'm nothing like those other girls. I'm not the prettiest or fairest of them all. I'll never be nominated by some mirror mirror on the wall.
Jessica RasilePublished 7 years ago in PoetsLet's Pretend
Sure, it's different for everyone - but let's play a game. Imagine you're standing on a island with all your friends. You're having a great time, standing safely on the sand.
Maddy WalkerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDrunken Words
One drunken night, and one blurry ending. I sat and stared, hoping you would walk through the door and confess to me that I was the one for you.
Deana FiorantePublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Strange Universe
I am my own person. I am a savage at heart. Sometimes it’s hard for me to dress the part. Why? Because society expects me to look a certain way.
Yuri KenanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPanic Attacks are Hard to Describe
It is spring, flowers blooming and all. I am outstretched - absorbing every bit of sun my skin can manage to grab on to There are ladybugs and bees, and I am afraid of neither - its been so long since I've gotten stung.
Ana RodriguezPublished 7 years ago in Poets