Exceptional poetry
10 stories
Through Weathered Eyes by DOUGOTTSON
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This book will contain poetry, prose, musings, and songs. Throughout a life of consistent chaotic circumstances, one's mind must manipulate mechanically to adapt. These words are what is heard between the creaking of the gears. There is no theme or form here, this will be pure spilling of the mind and heart. Writings within this book may potentially brush on some heavy topics. Warnings will be added where necessary.
Mediocre Poems from a Mediocre Mind by chaarrl_xo
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My way of dealing with the ups and downs of twenty one year old life.
Upon A Smothered Heart, We Found Solace In The Abyss by PithofPassion
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[COMPLETED] "The only thing I'm truly afraid of is my striding silhouette, mimicking the portraits pacing apace the path of life" A poetic story of a depressed artist's quest through madness with the guidance of a depraved angel Note: For the best possible formatting on mobile, read in landscape mode.
Storms A-Brewing! by spacebb
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Well, what are you waiting for?
darling: poems by colleen cosette goodman by colleencosette
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trying to foster the art, trying to love the life. colleen cosette goodman © 2018-2019
Thoughts by tandembike
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A collection of original poems revolving around what it's like to have depression. ©BrokenLead 2014
The future has already past by franticlikeplace
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While my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm not sure if anything even matters. who knows maybe now i'll be able to shed light on my muse, wherever they might be and however many might exist.
the stage manager is tearing seams and drinking salty coffee (a book of poems by by colleencosette
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from the strangest corners of my head. colleen cosette goodman © 2015-2016
pink bath. by sacrebIeu
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mother war, please let us be poor; selfish for love, and boyish for porn. [Poetry #43] [2015-16]
more okay poems by ysoldahartly
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funny story; I wrote more.