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by: Harper Starlight You said my work was rubbish, dark and depressing. I need a wake up call as I have no talent at all. At that point my heart took a huge battering And I felt myself disintegrate My confidence ebbed away instantly I felt like I had no courage to continue with my … Read more
by: Harper Starlight You said my work was rubbish, dark and depressing. I need a wake up call as I have no talent at all. At that point my heart took a huge battering And I felt myself disintegrate My confidence ebbed away instantly I felt like I had no courage to continue with my … Read more
by: LEE SCHULTHEISS Here is a poem about the word VISION: THIS WILL NOT BE EASY i have a pretty clear vision of how things SHOULD be, and i have pretty clear sight of how things ARE now. i’m a pretty good judge of the distance between them, and i have to tell you the … Read more
by: Lexi Candelario maybe this is what a withdrawal feels like When the paper is missing between your fingers and the world is crushing you The discomfort of the addiction is comforting Inviting me to fall snare again Maybe this is what withdrawal feels like It feels like betrayal and longing and what others call … Read more
by: Lexi Candelario I wanted to call you, so that I could hear your voice telling me how the day is and how much you missed me. I called you so that you would be safe on your trip and you shouldn’t forget your device; constant reminders every day. Oh if only I knew how … Read more
by: Lawrence Ravenstock “Deception” is Indeed a slippery word, Its definition depending Upon its perception, Meaning one thing If it’s seen and Quite another if It’s heard. Your understanding eye Believes it sees “to deceive” But your ear does not lie When it receives to “de-sieve.” To “de-sieve” is to blend Together, to recombine the … Read more
by: Lawrence Ravenstock This dull age, It seems to me to Be in need of some remedy Some prose perhaps, or Timely verse should Not, methinks, make matters worse And if a laugh or two ensue A tear to dampen ruddy cheek A sign of humour, anger, pain To lift Emotion’s flag again!
by: Lawrence Ravenstock This dull age, It seems to me to Be in need of some remedy Some prose perhaps, or Timely verse should Not, methinks, make matters worse And if a laugh or two ensue A tear to dampen ruddy cheek A sign of humour, anger, pain To lift Emotion’s flag again!
by: Lexi Candelario This frail hearted poet clutches a worn old notebook to her chest It’s bursting open with pictures, receipts, and drawings A hodgepodge of clutter and madness Glued together with hopes and tears Sentimental, far too many memories to count And a far too cluttered mind to recall So every second matters The … Read more
by: Lexi Candelario This frail hearted poet clutches a worn old notebook to her chest It’s bursting open with pictures, receipts, and drawings A hodgepodge of clutter and madness Glued together with hopes and tears Sentimental, far too many memories to count And a far too cluttered mind to recall So every second matters The … Read more
by: Lexi Candelario This frail hearted poet clutches a worn old notebook to her chest It’s bursting open with pictures, receipts, and drawings A hodgepodge of clutter and madness Glued together with hopes and tears Sentimental, far too many memories to count And a far too cluttered mind to recall So every second matters The … Read more
by: Lexi Candelario This frail hearted poet clutches a worn old notebook to her chest It’s bursting open with pictures, receipts, and drawings A hodgepodge of clutter and madness Glued together with hopes and tears Sentimental, far too many memories to count And a far too cluttered mind to recall So every second matters The … Read more
by: Lexi Candelario This frail hearted poet clutches a worn old notebook to her chest It’s bursting open with pictures, receipts, and drawings A hodgepodge of clutter and madness Glued together with hopes and tears Sentimental, far too many memories to count And a far too cluttered mind to recall So every second matters The … Read more
by: Lexi Candelario This frail hearted poet clutches a worn old notebook to her chest It’s bursting open with pictures, receipts, and drawings A hodgepodge of clutter and madness Glued together with hopes and tears Sentimental, far too many memories to count And a far too cluttered mind to recall So every second matters The … Read more
by: Lexi Candelario This frail hearted poet clutches a worn old notebook to her chest It’s bursting open with pictures, receipts, and drawings A hodgepodge of clutter and madness Glued together with hopes and tears Sentimental, far too many memories to count And a far too cluttered mind to recall So every second matters The … Read more
by: Lexi Candelario This frail hearted poet clutches a worn old notebook to her chest It’s bursting open with pictures, receipts, and drawings A hodgepodge of clutter and madness Glued together with hopes and tears Sentimental, far too many memories to count And a far too cluttered mind to recall So every second matters The … Read more
by: Lexi Candelario This frail hearted poet clutches a worn old notebook to her chest It’s bursting open with pictures, receipts, and drawings A hodgepodge of clutter and madness Glued together with hopes and tears Sentimental, far too many memories to count And a far too cluttered mind to recall So every second matters The … Read more
by: Lexi Candelario This frail hearted poet clutches a worn old notebook to her chest It’s bursting open with pictures, receipts, and drawings A hodgepodge of clutter and madness Glued together with hopes and tears Sentimental, far too many memories to count And a far too cluttered mind to recall So every second matters The … Read more
by: Lexi Candelario This frail hearted poet clutches a worn old notebook to her chest It’s bursting open with pictures, receipts, and drawings A hodgepodge of clutter and madness Glued together with hopes and tears Sentimental, far too many memories to count And a far too cluttered mind to recall So every second matters The … Read more