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Don't SettleLove, the real kind, is never simple. / It is the one thing that makes life worth it in the end, / and something that wonderful and sought-after is never going to be easy to get.

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My Lovemy love / thy hair is one kingdom / the king whereof is darkness

E. E. Cummings33

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take a leapthe redness of my mouth tells / the truth without me / take a leap into breath

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Dog's DeathShe must have been kicked unseen or brushed by a car. / Too young to know much, she was beginning to learn / To use the newspapers spread on the kitchen floor

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If I Die in a School ShootingIf I die in a school shooting / I'll never go home again. / My room will sit unused,

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Listenlisten / beloved / i dreamed

E. E. Cummings42

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I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love YouI do not love you except because I love you; / I go from loving to not loving you, / From waiting to not waiting for you

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Youth day (June 16, 1976)So many of us sit, think and still / wonder, / But have we ever gave ourselves the chance to ask?

@nolwazijoubert41

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GoodnightGoodnight, the fire burns brightly / Goodnight, you kiss my forehead lightly / Almost paternally now

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COLOUR ME COLOURSLike the heavens and the skies / Like the deep seas so wide / When I am confident and true

@ozioma-ogbaji30

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river of golden dreamsdust cloud heavy / in an apricot sky / cottonwood mucker

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Blood linesThere were dividing lines / between Springfield / and Mariners Gate

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Beauty in DiversityWe were born in different shapes, colors, and size / Not a single embryo was able to decide their DNA or blood type / But that shouldn't make us less humans than the others

@cirque_du_lune16

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We're on Fire.Lipstick kisses, / we're both wearing red. / I motion her over and onto our bed.

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Monologue At 3 AMBetter that every fiber crack / and fury make head, / blood drenching vivid

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ButterflyFingers sinking deep / below your surface; / seeping into your *****

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gayThe English vice, / Some Etonian curse – / Set down in grass

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His Silent CryYou call me / She, Her, Daughter, Girl / Shhhhh...

@apomegranatesmemoir1355

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I Know Depression (Slam Poem, Edited Version)Everyone talks about depression as if they know it. / But what they don’t know is that depression is a hooded figure standing just outside of a wooden doorway, / it’s feeling the blood dripping down your skin and having the sick thought of “Oh, look how beautiful the red is” (they always say red is my color).

@miranda-santoro14

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Describe the Color Blue Without Using the Word BlueIt's the color of her eyes; the color of the sea. In both you could drown, or find God himself. It's the space between cities. Road signs & right turns, and the quiet determination to unravel in her arms. The sheets on her bed at 3am, where she whispers "I love you" and you've never been so sure of anything. The breath you exhale after you kiss her; it's the color of the blood pumping through your heart. The heart that she keeps beating. The heart that has her name written all over it. It's the heaviness in anticipation. The insatiable desire for a minute, just one minute. It is not the opposite of passion, like once suggested. It is passion itself. It is the sound of whispers. Her breath on your neck, and shivers down your spine. The color that fills in the weeks until you see her again. But most importantly, it will always be the color of her eyes. And it is no coincidence they are the color of the sea.

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Cinque TerreThe napalan man in a violet cape / descended the stair with a lopsided gait / a wretched procession, subscribers in cue

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The Mind Is Its Own Beautiful Prisonerthe mind is its own beautiful prisoner. / Mind looked long at the sticky moon / opening in dusk her new wings

E. E. Cummings14

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Echoes of Oblivion*i always imagine you so very graceful / through the masochists ordeal / a god form of supplication

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Red,Purple,Green,YellowRed as the blood gushing from her wrist. / Purple from the bruises on her body as the beating / Green is her eyes yet she doesn't want to see

@blondiewrites15

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Grace*My depraved soul's unearthed / By the Holy Ghost's breath / And given new birth

@alyssa-underwood44

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