Young Writers
A poem about perception
If it were pure There'd be peace No guns and riots Or military police And if it were pure You'd hear little About deaths And cancers cure And if it...
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Mind On Fire Pt.2
The days when my mind was ablaze May have passed, but my structures are still smouldering, Vulnerable to any oxygen-whisper of a memory That could re...
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Candy Floss Me
Like candy floss pressed between warm and wet lips, Held in your tight embrace, I dissolve, Losing all the colours that crafted my dreams, Losing all...
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Before Dawn
One of my earliest memories is of my Mother warning me about love. My mother warned me about the type of love that brings light only during the day...
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Spilled Coke
Staring between the small and hidden nape, Stir the cinnamon infused brew, The haunting moment where I probably lost you. The darks spent trying to...
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Cigarette
The only warmth in your kiss is the taste of cigarettes, Which has haunted your tongue more often in recent days As you try to smoke away Our...
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Sparkle
Since I was a young girl, I have unconditionally loved things which sparkle. However, your words are dim, and you stand in the shadows As if there...
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The Darkness of Night
“Bring them in Alfred.” Alfred opened the doors releasing a throng of women rushing into the room causing a flood of bodies to engulf the room. All...
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The Clock
He stared back at it and it stared back at him. His imagination seemed to impose itself on the blank page, where characters, settings, and worlds...
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Innocent Crime
You are an angel You are the light I am the danger I am the night Take me away You can fly I’ll show you the way Demons lie We complete each other...
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