The Storm Of Life
This is just a poem about the rise and falls of emotions throughout the years.
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My Name Is "Meth" (Anonymous)
This poem was written by a young Indian girl arrested for drug charges after being an addict of meth. Not long after she was released from prison she was found dead from an overdose with the needle still in her arm. She describes the spine chilling horrors of meth and effects it brings upon loved ones from her persona...
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An Angel's Smile
THIS POEM DOES NOT BELONG TO ME However, it is by someone that I loved very dearly. It is about the pureness and love that a woman, my grandmother, felt towards her invalid daughter. It will tug heart strings but it is well worth the read. Please enjoy, vote, leave comments and like it if you wish.;
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is it still a joke now?
The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
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Black is Beautiful Too
A little girl as pretty as can be thought she was ugly because she was dark and wished her skin was lighter so she could be pretty too. When did black become an ugly color? Black is lovely in all shades
