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usehername
usehername still working it out

𝙳𝙰𝚈

𝙳𝙰𝚈. Some days are good, some days are bad. Your poems are the hands that pull me up, so thank you!

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usehername
usehername still working it out

Walls

do we build our walls to keep people out or to hold ourselves in.

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josevasquez23
josevasquez23 Community member

Like You Say You Do

Do you love me like you say you do? Or is it just three empty words to you?

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sadchild
sadchild An lost wander and writer of sorts

We were in a room, full of art.

some random, quote from song/poem i started.

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usehername
usehername still working it out

I’m sorry

Okay so this is my first one of my first poems ever so I apologise before hand if it’s not up to par, but I enjoyed it.

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josevasquez23
josevasquez23 Community member

When

When I need you most You will enter into my life

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kenmearsauthor
kenmearsauthor Community member

Madness

I'm surrounded by madness It circles around my heart

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usehername
usehername still working it out

I skip a beat

Personal: Do I give into the fire and let it burn everything down or put it out and live with the smoke left hanging around?

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zahidah
zahidah Bronze Comma 21, writing is my tranquility.

Catching Moths

its been awhile, hello love Source: zahidah www.theoceanground.tumblr.com

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rubber
rubber 16 years old. I write sometimes

Be yourself

Hipocrisy drives me wild

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marteo
marteo Bronze Comma marteos.weebly.com

Silent and deadly

A smooth criminal.

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usehername
usehername still working it out

ℓσѕт

ℓσѕт- sometimes love is Like the sea, beautiful and deep. Simple but the meaning is hidden in the words

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floren
floren Community member

In the middle of the night

I often forget why I come to you

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sadchild
sadchild An lost wander and writer of sorts

I think too much for my age.

Part of a personal essay about overthinking, confusion and psychosis.

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jen
jen writer of sorts and tea enthusiast // 18

inferno

free verse i suppose? don't let yourself be snuffed out. x

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anon
anon Stories From Unregistered Users

Searching

Sometimes searching too hard makes us lose sight of ourselves.

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