When Words Reach Deep
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Snap in Thoughts  ||  30 Second Poem by 17caratjazz
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Various thoughts that slipped ffrom the mind of an in love yet heartbroken, troubled and too opinionated teenager. Pictures are not mine.
Scintilla by 17caratjazz
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something you might want to read when you're too drunk in love you don't remember what being sober feels like
Alive by thirteenhoursofpain
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So long as your eyes still shine when your heart keeps crying, you're alive. The Rhyme Scholars 2017 Winner. #75 in Poetry [ 06.07.17 ] Copyright © 2017
Merriment to Melancholy by ZeeDusty
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Writings for people who have struggles in their days. From the lows to the highs. Find a bit of consolation in other people experiencing the things you do. To always move forward even in the worst times. An ode to life in all it's painful beauty. By-Dustin James
Poetry of the Anonymous by anonymousbeat
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The poetry of the anonymous who suffer through depression in silence; perpetually trapped within a purgatory of painful paradoxes.
Melancholia by thirteenhoursofpain
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A collection of melancholic poems written in my journal. highest rank: #275 in poetry
Antidote by thirteenhoursofpain
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An antidote for the lost, the hurt, and the broken. Highest Ranking: #03 in Poetry [06/21/16]
Mad Sounds by MissAlmostGrown
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Mad sounds from mundane objects talk to the voices in my head saying things I could never imagine. Decipher and unravel the sounds I hear and what they say to me. I write, Helps me stay sane in this insane world. While.. Mad sounds, The voices in my head, Converse. And, I try to pay heed. A/N: I don't own the cover.
She Scribbles. by MissAlmostGrown
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LIFE, n. A spiritual pickle preserving the body from decay. Journey on a road that is smooth, graveled and sometimes even unmade yet to the destination that is not pretty. Euphemism intended. Scribbles, v. The product of life's ups and downs while on the road to decay. Darks, lights and greys all depicted in a string of doodles and sometimes, poetry. She scribbles is a collection of poetry pieces that are a product of life's events and courses. Poetry that is stirred by an emotion, event or a thought penned down spontaneously without intrusion of alien variants with hopes that it pulls at the strings of your heart. Trigger warning: The feels that compelled/upshot the poetry are highly contagious. Take refuge in a tub of ice cream and dozens of chocolates if the symptoms cause impairment in functioning.