The Space Between My Ears
Split my head open and you shall see stars.
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Lessons For The Broken Compass - An Alchemical Journey
You don't have that same intense curiosity in your eyes anymore, and you know it. You stopped fanning the spark, and let the flames settle down. Everyone knows how much of you the blaze consumed, but you don't have to do none of that for us; None of this will get it all back, and we all missed the forest anyways. Than...
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Lilies
A girl receives a letter from the mother who abandoned her years ago, leaving her to deal with the remnants of their broken family alone. She attempts to respond by bottling her emotions into the chaotic lines of poems, as old scars are reopened. <><><><><><><><><>...
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Infinite Words
BEST RANKING : #97 in Paranormal First 15 pages to discover the story. Christofer Williams, a boy or shall I say he's just an invention of her own loneliness ? His eyes, his voice, his body he looked so real. They are best friends or at least they were until on day at the very bottom of a box she finds a diary, his di...
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Drops of Poetry
Drops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from where I stand I don't care if I'm under a storm All I know is those l...
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These Nights
The thoughts I have when I just can't sleep. Some are loving, others are haunting but all exist because I. can't. sleep.
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An Assortment Of Words
Observe these syllables I have arranged in no particular order and pretend to feel some sort of way. Featured story, highest rank #2 in poetry All rights reserved © #Wattys2016
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Inner Thoughts
Very recently decided to start writing poetry, and I wanted to see what people thought of it. Feedback and constructive criticism is welcomed. Thank you to everyone who reads, votes, and comments.
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the lonely club
sometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living
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Multifarious Poesy
Poetry is a fantastic form of Art; it is a form of defining the beauty of minuscule and heavenly things. The parched soul is quenched when he hears the golden lines ride the north wind, and pass through the riverbanks and the forests, till it ends as a cooling breeze in the midst of the sea. The lonely outrider is del...
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Girls
"golden head by golden head." A poetry collection by and for women who love women. © adroite 2016
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3 A.M.
3 am is the witching hour, the lover's hour, the mother's hour, the alone hour, the hour of greatest inspiration, motivation and sparks of determination. It is the hour which you find yourself either within or with someone else or without yourself. These same things can be said about other hours, but this...
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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅? | ✅
You are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
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