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Conversion

Conversion


Conversion.
Pivot
point.
Transformation.
Instantaneous.
Without...

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Perfect By Chance

Until there was a we, there were
far too many coincidences,
for us to have become perfect by...

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Little Tommy Titbit

Little Tommy Titbit


Little Tommy Titbit
was a naughty little boy
he loved all types of boobies
and...

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a mother's plea (for...

a mother's plea (for dying daughter)

Tears fall silently,
Grief's heavy shroud.
Loss whispers coldly,
Darkness crowds....

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stars

stars

In the realm of online poetry,
A star system once shone so bright,
Guiding readers to the...

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Hating You

Hating You

Hating you has made me realise that i love you.
That maybe when you’re gone i might just miss you...

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Echoes of Awakening

Echoes of Awakening

I come with emotional intelligence, far beyond the horizon.
I speak with words of eloquence, with...

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~ Behind The Eclipse ~

~sanity's edge ~

~ Behind The Eclipse ~

I'd always,
(always)
Longed to step out
From behind the sun,
To reveal myself...

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Mindfuck

I have to mindfuck myself
To get myself
To mind myself.
After all mom and dad knew...

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YOUR CHOICE

YOUR CHOICE

We al lhave things to do, albeit may be frowned upon,
what did you do that was so good, itinerant...

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A cobwebby thing

They were wilting in sunlight
but I didn't care
They were only some plants
That I once...

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wind chimes

the chimes call
From out in the garden
I am not in the garden
I sit in alone
...

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a flowered dress

With flowered dress and all
She walked. And breathed
A breath up to the sun, and
...

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It's over!

It's over!

He stood defiant, his voice bitter and thick,
Over.
"You don't love me anymore," he accused...

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The Ache and The Pull of It

To be honest and fair,
I imagine,
I probably feel much
the same way
as any...

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write me in colours

Pen Poised
paper oiled
Well, what are you waiting
To write
he just said...

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Alive Candle Wicks

my beloved ghost
haunt me do
I am not afraid, shall never be

of flickered shadows,...