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Twenty-five percent life is all I have to quickly express my prose to you. Can there be enough depth & passion to fill the souls these words speak to?
By Reese Jones7 years ago in Poets
Lust is like a whisper in the night You feel it, but there’s no sound Sometimes, it gives one a fright But darling, just ignore your heart that pounds
By Cassidy Smith7 years ago in Poets
To kill or to be killed... In order to win, one must fight; Fight to survive and to stay alive One must look deep inside to realize...
At first, his sight ceased Then his hearing was no more Darkness fell Silence reign No longer could he feel anything Alone, lost, empty
By Tomás Brandão7 years ago in Poets
The black woman is dirt Yes. Ah yes, you heard me right, I said: the black woman is dirt But before you go up in arms listen to what I have to say first
By Edens Fleurizard7 years ago in Poets
Do I look sad?? Do I look like I hear them?? Do I seem like I don't care?? Do I seem like I hear them screaming?? So, you say I look happy.
By Natalee Beck7 years ago in Poets
She always knew how I had felt. Though I wasn't sure what would be dealt. I was a tell, my cards reflected in ones' own specs.
By Geoffrey Savage7 years ago in Poets
Tick, tock, tick, tock.. I wake up to hear my clock talking It’s telling me a story of times of despair I look up to see a man with barely any hair for only a body