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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
By Cassidy Smith7 years ago in Poets
A small spark flickered inside me on and off with small dysfunction. It never stays anymore. It's almost an unfixable malfunction.
By Míssa Columbus7 years ago in Poets
I'm high off life but drunk off the feel, It's like I'm numb in the inside and I can't continue, To live life and try something new,
By Crystal Borrero7 years ago in Poets
Apart, apart, apart ... Apart This is the heart That is now apart It was once a whole When it all start But now that's done
By Jolie Kone7 years ago in Poets