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  • My very Essence

    My very Essence

    My very essence is the remnant of a Soul that’s been tormented, fractured, shattered into fragments, ground to dust, consumed by madness.
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    Teshuwah Rijkers
    Jun 29
    You Can Come Out Now

    You Can Come Out Now

    The Armor We Carry Long After It’s Eroded and Falling Apart
    Go to the profile of Sheri Jacobs
    Sheri Jacobs
    Jun 29
    WALK AWAY MY VIBRATIONS

    WALK AWAY MY VIBRATIONS

    Sunday —  My trauma reared its ugly, undescribable head Panic mode set in Bad choices were made Years of personal progress Were lost in…
    Go to the profile of Deana K Rodriguez
    Deana K Rodriguez
    Jun 29
    Shame’s Wet Spot

    Shame’s Wet Spot

    A poem about childhood regression
    Go to the profile of Mark Tulin
    Mark Tulin
    Jun 29
    Courage, A Newcomer

    Courage, A Newcomer

    A villanelle poem
    Go to the profile of Kavya Janani. U
    Kavya Janani. U
    Jun 29
    Memories & Promises (III)

    Memories & Promises (III)

    A Love Poem
    Go to the profile of Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó
    Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó
    Jun 29
    Mountain in the Clouds

    Mountain in the Clouds

    There is a metaphor To be found at the apex Of a mountain Reaching beyond the clouds Surrounded by them Covered, hidden Yet breaking…
    Go to the profile of Bobbie Isabel
    Bobbie Isabel
    Jun 29
    Way Of The Butterfly

    Way Of The Butterfly

    “Plucking Flowers To Where The Butterflies Come.”-Bodhidharma
    Go to the profile of Q. Imagine
    Q. Imagine
    Jun 28
    Memories & Promises (I)

    Memories & Promises (I)

    A Love Poem
    Go to the profile of Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó
    Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó
    Jun 28
    Breakfast on the Moon

    Breakfast on the Moon

    A poem
    Go to the profile of Asa Spencer
    Asa Spencer
    Jun 28
    The Summer Day

    The Summer Day

    Inspired by Mary Oliver’s poem of the same title.
    Go to the profile of Ashley J.J. White
    Ashley J.J. White
    Jun 28
    New Beginnings

    New Beginnings

    That Never End…
    Go to the profile of Q. Imagine
    Q. Imagine
    Jun 28
    To my love for Godavari

    To my love for Godavari

    It’s not merely a stream of water but a stream of ardor.
    Go to the profile of Kartikeya V
    Kartikeya V
    Jun 28
    The Liberty Bell

    The Liberty Bell

    [TW] Violence, Murder, Uvalde, Roe V Wade, Police Brutality
    Go to the profile of Waywardwriter
    Waywardwriter
    Jun 28
    The confidence of the Barista

    The confidence of the Barista

    A poem
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    chris papps
    Jun 28
    Getting Lost in the Woods

    Getting Lost in the Woods

    Strolls or hikes. A poem.
    Go to the profile of Nick Parker
    Nick Parker
    Jun 27
    Grieving Is a Lachrymose Process

    Grieving Is a Lachrymose Process

    There Are Many Words for Sorrow, But Each Sorrowful Experience Is Uniquely Difficult & Devastating & Possibly Detrimental. However, Hope Is…
    Go to the profile of Eugene Pierson
    Eugene Pierson
    Jun 27
    Deep Looking

    Deep Looking

    our daily habit is running away
    Go to the profile of Brian McFadden
    Brian McFadden
    Jun 27
    Get Lost a Lot

    Get Lost a Lot

    A poem
    Go to the profile of Asa Spencer
    Asa Spencer
    Jun 27
    Suspended

    Suspended

    A poem.
    Go to the profile of Reece Beckett
    Reece Beckett
    Jun 27
    Those different times

    Those different times

    poem (trigger warning — themes of violence)
    Go to the profile of LASy.
    LASy.
    Jun 27
    Wealth

    Wealth

    Nature’s riches
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    Yonke54
    Jun 26
    Late Night Silence

    Late Night Silence

    What is silence, noise.
    Go to the profile of Nick Parker
    Nick Parker
    Jun 26
    I try…

    I try…

    When I first started writing with intentionality again, I knew it couldn’t be about education. I still struggle to articulate why. Those…
    Go to the profile of Bobbie Isabel
    Bobbie Isabel
    Jun 26
    (Inner Thoughts) While Dating

    (Inner Thoughts) While Dating

    When you smile, the world becomes a glass half-filled
    Go to the profile of Sheri Jacobs
    Sheri Jacobs
    Jun 26
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