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I guess I needed to see If you were full of shit
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Because of you my heart now breaks Because of you my spirit aches
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first off i would like to thank you guys for taking the time to let me interview you, you guys are amazing!
1. What inspired you guys to
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first i would like to say thanks for letting me do this, you have the pleasure of being my first interview..
1. As a writer do any author
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DOMINA NOCTIS INTERVIEW!! part one
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Spittin' seeds In orchard filled to brim with greens and red
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Hello new world that I don't know. So why'd you take him from me, I asked.
by Only-Speak-YourMind
35 lines,
1 hour ago. In Other, Pain, Angst, Sad, Contest, Life, Friendship, Loss, Lost in thought, Death
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My life as I know it so far.
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It killed me that the only time I felt alive anymore was when I was dead to the world...
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Tell me that you love me And I will be more inclined to believe
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i kept so quite not a word eachtime i passed you in the hall
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The waves of shapeless, foreign thought washed past me, fragmenting into broken shards of sedated consciousness as I lay in mock rest...
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Darkness unites your soul into the slough of ancient antiquities.
Like statues under the gaze of distant minarets,
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Nobody knows why I strugle
Nobody fells the way I do
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What is cannot, in a poet's life? A block? A life?
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Spinning, spinning
Going and moving
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Answers dwell within the ties that so bind Belief of a special kind, or just a distraction
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admiring the apples one fell down
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I Am New Orleans That Place You Want To Be
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Obsessed with hatrid Hating other denominations
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Coded poems begin to fold, covered words are not yet told.
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To scared to open up the heart For fear someone will tear it apart
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Hearts are meant to be held Not broken
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A specter in the fog Stalking ever so closer
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by SteveandSon
28 lines, 3 comments,
1 day ago. In Angst, Contest, Life, Love, Pain, Other, My own style, Noguest, Longing, Loss
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This poem I wrote specifically for my good friend, Lo. He means a lot to me, and one of few who understands me. Love you, Lo.
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When i think about you, i start to cry,
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When I found this image, that I posted with this poem, I got an instant inspiration from it. It still remains as one of my favorite poems
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Sunset at the beach on the Florida Panhandle
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He sits there alone Doesn't know what to expect.
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The poet played prose in the cafe
shaded soliloquys panned across walls,
by Jessuko
34 lines, 1 comment,
1 day ago. In Personal, Life, Sad, Dark, Other, Society, Weird, My own style, Lost in thought
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He makes the sun look like the moon He makes the stars look like the clouds
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