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Two dead boys (My favorite poem of all time!)Ladies and gentleman skinny and scout / I'll tell you a tale I know nothing about / The admission is free so pay at the door
@Chalsey24
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Raw With Lovelittle dark girl with / kind eyes / when it comes time to
Charles Bukowski43
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Mad Girl's Love Song"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; / I lift my lids and all is born again. / (I think I made you up inside my head.)
Sylvia Plath19
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You LaughYou laugh / Angels weep out of jealousy / Devils have no single conspiracy
@h15h4m20
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Self-pityI never saw a wild thing / sorry for itself. / A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
D.H. Lawrence4
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You're BeautifulYou are beautiful / You are tremendously beautiful / You are marvelously beautiful
@h15h4m35
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Is this real?Words are hollow. / Eyes are deceiving. / Thoughts are far fetched.
@krusty-aranda11
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The understanding loveThey ask me what I see, / What I see when I'm dreaming, / What I see when I'm listening,
@george-arkley25
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no beautyYour scars arent beautiful, / theres no beauty in hurting yourself / no beauty in blades
@lauren-148
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The saddest noise, the sweetest noise1764 / The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, / The maddest noise that grows,—
Emily Dickinson21
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It Is Funny, You Will Be Dead Some Dayit is funny, you will be dead some day. / By you the mouth hair eyes,and i mean / the unique and nervously obscene
E. E. Cummings14
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Life of LiesI'm in love with a man / I know not to love, / his heart will never be free.
@MeanAileen42
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One Earth One WomanA fine mole down / the blue mountain sky / cannot be weighed out!
@shofi-ahmed29
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If You Come SoftlyIf you come as softly / As the wind within the trees / You may hear what I hear
Audre Lorde20
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Blood linesThere were dividing lines / between Springfield / and Mariners Gate
@ck-baker49
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The World Is A Beautiful Place and I Am No Longer Afraid To DieYou lay in a field of flowers counting each bird that passes overhead. / You've erased concern and decided to live for the moment because you always would say, "we might be dead by tomorrow." / Flowers grew from your heart and bloomed across your lungs,
@morganmercury25
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yin sanpaku eyeswatch her eyes / because they're watching you / her eyes are spies
@zinalisha8
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Takeover of TechnologyTap, tap, tap on your little device / Do you wish to hear my insightful advice? / Look up, not down
@amandaprecopio14
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PumpkinSomeone carved a face in that pumpkin, / and now it's perched on a stoop, grinning / with the same sinister grin the carver must have had
@bo-burnham12
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Notice The Convulsed Orange Inch Of Moonnotice the convulsed orange inch of moon / perching on this silver minute of evening. / We’ll choose the way to the forest—no offense
E. E. Cummings14
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Yule HorrorThere is snow on the ground, / And the valleys are cold, / And a midnight profound
H.P. Lovecraft15
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Roller DerbyGliding deftly along the city street / rolling quick and constantly / onward to some unknown scene,
@TimelessWave59
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Roses are RedI’ve never received a flower / Or even a rose / But I’m a guy
@devante-moore18
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(Quick)SandcastlesHe was the ocean; handsome, but yet, Impulsively damaged. He had a sandy heart to correspond his sandy eyes, the moon dismantled that omitted pride he carried at a dead weight; shoveling and reshaping it, so people would see a sandcastle statue assembled in strength. But his washed-up soul and unannounced insecurities were aware of its genuine purpose, / this beach alongside his pupils; / quicksand, he'll sink so slowly in. Waves in his hair like ripples on his cheeks, skipping stones land at his defeat, he left notes in bottles for you, sank multiple ships for you, because he hasn't the heart to say he's desiccating with the arrival of the stars.. Retracting scars are not too far from gasps for air, foaming words of crisis by writing in the sand, signaling a light as the last one in him died. You wouldn't understand, the calm before the storm, as valve after valve puncture him. So intoxicating as it drains him, and from within, he's drying out. Sunburns stain him, a smile restrains him,
@Carbon6_dio4
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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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