poetry
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Accusations (23)
I was where? I was there? At the time of afalse crime. I was nowhere and…
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10:44 p.m. (22)
Time waits for no one. Once that chime resonates, all things come to an end. Worn…
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True or False? (21)
I can no longer believe in wordspeople say. One minute, it’s positive and thenthe next minute,…
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Numb (20)
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? I feel so numb and I don’t know why.…
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Down (19)
Morning wake…..stay quiet for my sake. I feel so down, so below, deep within the bottomless…
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10:34 p.m. (18)
How to feel? How to dream? When that certain goal was in your lineof sight? You…
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Quietness (17)
At times,things werefine. And then things weren’t. I wished for all noise in my life to…
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Flicker of Light (16)
Among all the chaos, confusion, and frustration, I found myself almost losing hope. The flame that…
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Acceptance (15)
Enough. enough. Enough. enough. I have to accept who I am and love each and every…
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Less Attached (14)
It’s terrible toget attached. To get attached to things and people. All things will disappear somedaywhile…
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To Reflect (13)
As I glance in themirror, I see no one. As I glance in the mirror, I…
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Fade? (12)
Everything is black and white, monochrome. Things seem to lack colorand is empty. All I wish…
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Snapshot? (11)
Cherish friendship like it will be your last. Cherish all things likeit will be your last.…
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Makers of Chaos (28)
You go behind peoples’ back, spilling words that cut deep in the skin. That’s not fair.…
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Lost? (10)
Drowning in darknesssinking and falling is all I can remember. I have memories of warm lights,…
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Let go (09)
I’m letting go of all unnecessary motions, thoughts, and ways of life. I was nothing but…
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Who am I? (08)
I’m a pile of scattered papers lying around…. out of order and a confusing mess. I…
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Recollection? (07)
My memory is like a broken watch, no longer ticking so I can not rely on…
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Bystander? (06)
As I sit in the audience,I desire to be onstage. No longer will I ALLOWchains to…
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??????? (03)
Cross these linesof broken shrines.Give me a hand tohold and find~ Clocks are ticking,years are slipping,like…
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Normal (02)
Books are for reading,pencils are for writing,voices are for talking,and maps are forsearching! Date: Unknown
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Pain (05)
Shards of glass descendfrom the window-like sky. Many shards pierce through my body, bringing out a…
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Body, We Departed! (04)
Problems pile uplike someone givingdemands non-stop. What a never-ending cycle of dreadfulness! In time, I get…
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Babble (01)
Starry skies, hill time flieseverybodys’ got a dimewe are losing time. Glancing out in the oceanso…
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Begin (00)
Through the lens of a fading photo, my countenance looked so happy. But over time it…