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My Demons
oh how I loved you and thought I could see through but now I'm torn into all the fucking things I see inside you. oh how I knew how I wanted to be
The Timers
Tick tock out of luck brittle from words to skin I am what I am and I'm as breakable as you Tick tock out of love
Sharlene AlbaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAsk Alice
Wonderland tries to make you mad dreaming of good times we had, Yesterday crawls away before we close our eyes, Cinderella's ball was a test of time,
Kharma ScribblesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMovie Review: 'Risk'
The documentary Risk from director Laura Poitras is an engrossing and fascinating portrait of a man that history has yet failed to fully grasp. Julian Assange would like to be thought of as the Robin Hood of the information era, robbing the rich of their secrets and sharing them with the world. But Assange’s choice to make himself the public face of his Wikileaks organization has unquestionably gone to his head and rendered him a paranoid and strange figure who believes conspiracies against him are hiding behind every corner.
Sean PatrickPublished 7 years ago in GeeksNotice
Would you notice me if I left? No longer here. No longer part of your life. I notice you Even if I shouldn’t. It’s been years
Emily ValdezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPoetry's Mysterious Ways
Poetry has been around for centuries. A lot of questions come to mind with poetry, especially to those who don't write poetry. Even people like myself who actively write poetry find ourselves questioning what poetry is and what it's purpose is. There's a huge interest in how it's made, where the ideas come from, and the hidden tricks beneath each technique used, if there is any. Many are frustrated, as the response is always the same: I don't know.
Chloe GilholyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Wake Up There, Too
And I think it was me. Maybe it's the fact that that I sleep in socks some nights and my cold feet don't search for yours under the covers anymore.
Karlee AnaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFavour
Today, I watched you die. Drenched in red, a pool of blood Widening in radius around you As people stood around Seemingly mimicking the red
Shivani VaniPublished 7 years ago in Poets