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Nobody Loses All The Timenobody loses all the time / i had an uncle named / Sol who was a born failure and

E. E. Cummings44

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I Compare You to Binge DrinkingThe throbbing headache and nausea / I can endure; I've had worse. / Right now I could cry,

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MetaphorsIf I was a mountain / That soared towards the sky, / With craggy snow caps

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My Cereus and MoonI. / The moon sings the languid flower, / to bloom at midnight hour

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Immutable: you 🫵...have nothing to be anxious about 👍except that you have / attached your parfumed, / par~col~odored exhalations

@nat-lipstadt72

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A recipe for disasterI'll see what I can make / out of the leftovers I have. / Although, it's never too long

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I kinda sorta think I'm falling for youThere comes a day in your life where you meet someone special… / You try so hard not to admit it but you just can’t hold back the way you feel… / I like you.

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My Mind Ismy mind is / a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and / taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and

E. E. Cummings12

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Nan...It's been **nine** years now. **Nine** years since the angels took you away. **Nine** years since I stood at the home, looking at your peaceful face; eyes closed, a ghost of a smile gracing your lips. It doesn't seem that long. It seems like yesterday you were calling me your **little princess**; I'm still that little girl at heart. The one who believed she would grow up to be a beautiful elegant contessa. I don't have many memories of the times we shared as I was only young when you passed. In fact, sometimes I struggle to picture your **gorgeous**, smiling face telling me stories of your past of advice for when I grew into an elegant older woman just like you were then. / I was **only** 6... 6 years old and I had to go through the **pain** and heartache of having my nan **cruelly** taken away from me. I'll be 16 **next year**. I'll be having my prom **next year**. I will be leaving year 11, getting my GCSE results and starting A-levels **next year**. So much has happened in these 9 **short, short** years. There is so much more to come and you won't be here to share it with me. My **graduation** from university, my **first** career move, my **marriage**, my **children**... Your **great-grandchildren**. You won't be here for the **good** times, the **bad**...The **happy** and the **sad**... / There are certain qualities about you that I will **always** remember... Being made banana sandwiches **every** time we went round to your house! Having a Sunday roast with you and Granddad **every** single week! Your 60th birthday (I knocked Zack down and felt so chuffed!) The **last** birthday you ever spent with me... You made my birthday cake that year... If I remember correctly, it was a princess castle with all the Disney princesses stood around it! You told me I deserved a cake because I **was** a beautiful princess also.

@the-dreamer-teen34

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OpiaOpia. Noun. The ambiguous intensity of looking into someone's eyes, which can fell simultaneously invasive and vulnerable. / As you lie in my arms, watching the television, you don't notice that my undivided attention is focused on you. Something I've been dreaming of for weeks, and it's finally come true. Even better, from your angle, you can't see me staring into your eyes, so I don't feel the nervous compulsion to turn away. Whether directly or not, I could drink in your eyes with mine, for hours, and they would be among the best hours of my life. / Then there's the other hand, held tightly by trepidation. I love the prospect of your eyes staring into mine, but it's not without its fears. I'm afraid you'll see all the pain and fears that I've spent the past seven years working to overcome. I'm afraid you'll see all the insecurity and doubts I have about myself. I'm afraid you'll see all the words that I long to whisper in your ear, but can't, because I'm terrified of scaring you away. I'm afraid you won't like the fact that, behind these eyes lies only pictures and thoughts of you. But most of all, I'm afraid that, unlike me, who loves every detail, and lives for moments like these, you won't love the things you see. I long for the day when you stare happily into my eyes, but I'm frightened that you won't enjoy the secrets they reveal.

@andrew-switzer20

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Municipal GumMunicipal Gum was written by Oodjeroo Noonecaal. Municipal Gum is about the changes in society and the tendency of people to want to control everything. Oodjeroo uses various techniques to convey this idea. / At the beginning of the poem Oodjeroo is addressing the tree. This immediately creates empathy for both the tree and her people. By the last line she has emphasised this with the pronoun “us” to show that they suffer a similar fate. / This poem expresses how life in Australia has changes especially for Aboriginal people. In the first half of the poem Oodjeroo is talking about how life was for her and others. It explores the changes in society and the displacement of the Aboriginal people from their land.

@trang-nguyen52

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The Anniversary of What Started EverythingMy name is Erin / and i was raped / at the age of 7

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A Search Within Has Left WithoutIn a wakeful contradiction, / It lays fact between my fiction. / Tangling subatomics,

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You Are Not WorthlessI don’t need to know you personally to know that you are actually worth something. You are worth more than you think. Why do you feel the need to believe your own lies? You need to believe that you are worth it and you need to believe that you will get through this, the more you tell yourself that you aren’t worth it, you will start to feel like you’re not worth anything when the truth is you are worth everything. I understand that sometimes, the ones who surround you can make you feel like a worthless piece of shit, they can make you feel like nothing. Simply because it always seems like no one cares about you, but I care about you, your family care about you, your followers care about you, your friends care about you. Sure, sometimes their actions seem to prove otherwise, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t care. Why would you let someone down grade you to something that you are not? Why would you let yourself fall for other peoples lies? You see all those people trying to make you feel like crap? Well you are above them and you should know that by now, simply because you do not feel the need to put someone down in order to make yourself feel better. Don’t you ever let an ex of yours, feel like you aren’t worth anything. Why give someone the power to control your life? To control what you do and how you feel? This is your life and you need to live it how you want to. This is your life and you need to realise that you are here for a reason. You don’t need someone to come along, to make you feel like you are worth something. You don’t need someone telling that you are worth it. Because you have always been worth it, whether you choose to believe it or not, is entirely up to you. Don’t let someone shape the way that you live and think. Don’t live in fear of never being good enough. The people around you see something special about you and now, it’s time for you. To see it within yourself. You’re worth it, see it. Believe it. Because its the truth and one day you are going to have to accept that fact.

@adeline-dean27

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Monologue of Unrequited LoveSomeone who means a great deal to me once said that you can’t find love. You can’t go searching for it, it finds you. It finds you out of nowhere and once it’s there you can’t ignore it. I thought that was a cute way of putting things and continued on with life, waiting for love to find me. But then I got impatient and tried to find it on my own, but it never happened. I was terrified of relationships for some unknown reason or past trauma, and I never found it. Until it found me. / It steamrolled me completely out of nowhere and I didn’t see it coming. It was the worst and best thing that ever happened to me because it was beautiful to feel so deeply for someone and not feel any fear to let myself fall. For my best friend, someone I could spend hours talking to. / Only you didn’t feel it too. Apparently you can ignore it, or maybe fate is sick and twisted and Cupid only hit me.

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Plane en route to adulthoodI’ve now grown and I turned out alright / But one day I came to realize / That this was not a smooth flight

@MaybeClarity20

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i don't think they know how beautiful it is.empty is not the right word. / what is the word for / not quite empty but not quite full?

@_cherryblossom24_45

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I'm Just SorryMommy I'm sorry I manipulate you for, / The alcohol I feel I love more, / And Daddy I'm sorry I pretend I'm naive,

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More Often than NotIt's 2 am and I want to know why my hands are still twisting knots in my hair, trying to busy themselves from writing out "I love you, sometimes." I don't know when I don't, but I'm hoping it's in me somewhere because if not, I have no hope to ever say that with any conviction. I mean, maybe if I was a little drunk I could pretend to laugh at you. But, really, you fill up my whole heart. I hate it in the way people hate beautiful things that they can't have, like a kid in a candy store. It is child-like, how I cry over you. And you don't notice, not really. I can see it in the way children pick leaves off trees and let them fall to the ground without second thought after the initial satisfying snap. Every time I see a sunflower, head bowed with the heaviness of its petals, I'll think of you. Snow reminds me of you too. In fact, most things remind me of you. I would say only sometimes, but that's a lie I can't even tell myself.

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Muhammad (PBUH) So HumbleThe moon is still hanging low / since it came down so close. / The seven seas dance

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HoneyI want to pour my love / all over you / like honey dew

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The thrill of SpiteOf ones heart with shadows lurking to take over spite is made precious to be felt exciting while it is in fact trecious, but a sleeping terror awakens at times as well, thus a rampage is made amongst it, / A thrill wandering down your spine when you wrong someone and see them tremble through your actions a cold shiver followed by spite / Choosing a carefree life, yet unable to hide the fact that no spark would be able to illuminate whats in your dark, where angels fear to tread, only to explore this loitering abyss within you for some time,

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The Stare's Nest by My WindowThe bees build in the crevices / Of loosening masonry, and there / The mother birds bring grubs and flies.

William Butler Yeats23

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Books vs technology (just a poem)I'm explaining to the people of the world / What Fate of Ten stands for / And my persistent craving for books

@thomas-davies31

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WarriorDo you believe in destiny? / That you were born for a certain need / A certain path you are told to follow

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