Agony

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A walk through the flames

A Walk Through The Flames

Lightning strikes.
I can feel the burn, the searing pain as...

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A walk through the flames

A Walk Through The Flames

Lightning strikes.

I can feel the burn, the searing pain...

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Abuse: It Never Ends

I brush my lips across my abusers cheek
They say the abuse lies skin deep, but I say it rests in my...

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My grace

My grace

In the whispers of the dead
i find more life than here.
in the longings of my heart
I...

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My grace

My grace

In the whispers of the dead
i find more life than here.
in the longings of my heart
I...

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ABADDON WAITS

ABADDON WAITS

He was there
Pale gray
Meatless frame
Rags for clothes

Hollow eyed
...

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Traumatizing Wrenching...

Traumatizing Wrenching Psychological Vicissitudes

Affliction with comprehension,
now plain as day
predisposition to experience
(...

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Pop Up

Keep me in mind
when the cold wind blows
sending shivers down my back
Keep me in mind...

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Crying Love

Crying Love

Плаче любовта в сърцето.
Тя се опитва да започне нов старт, но това е трудно.
Всичко в душата...

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Faceless

Faceless

I'm so lost I cannot see,
This pain and anger, blinding me.
Faceless, nameless, I am not real...

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One more time

One more time

This poem is a fictional, dramatic story, that takes place in a dystopian realm elaborated through the use...

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Mother

Gentle Earth, our mother, for you I weep
suffering, wailing, begging you scream at Earthlings...

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Roses

I saw a rose
Dead and wilted
It sat
Dancing in the wind
The once red and full...

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Untitled!

A subconscious panance of self-denial,
Not acknowledging the sentiment love
From the depths...

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They Call Me She

They look at me and they think “she”.
They see my chest and my hair,
They see the clothes I’m...

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Though A Destitute Alteh...

Though A Destitute Alteh Kocker...

(albeit boyish), I tell myself with pride
always look on the bright toothless side
of life,...

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Too weak to speak

Too weak to speak

All I remember is my jaunt through hell
my mind tender, taunting itself
when I fell no...