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Premium Member Rather Have God
...A feather is heavier than an anvil Have you ever sat on a Styrofoam saddle and a story is words place together that hasn't been told Like a book that has been written and not sold gold a mineral ......

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Categories: unleveled, analogy, anxiety, appreciation, celebration,
Form: Lyric
Premium Member The Ghost Whisper
...In the night I’ve heard them whispering, Echoing voices carried upon the breezes of the softened Winds, the detached, disembodied begging for helps Resolve. Within the rustling leaves of fall, a ......

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Categories: unleveled, adventure, dark, death, evil,
Form: Free verse



Unsustainable Thoughts I Forgot
...This is an attempt to go further than thought can contain Something like when prince got off on purple rain We wander these unleveled streets Without long barreled heat Seeking pain to meet But tast......

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Categories: unleveled, food, growing up, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
A Warm Welcome For the Ridiculers
...They fear what they do not understand but without understanding I fear no man They subdue what they cannot naturally conquer so I turn the tables put them in a locker They doubt what they cannot co......

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Categories: unleveled, inspirational, fear,
Form: Free verse
The Alterior Motives Conqueror
...He's the product of a ladies man He knows how to take command Grab her hand Livening up those strolls throuigh the sand And for you he will speak to the sea in a voice so deep It could lull troy......

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Categories: unleveled, daughter, food, life, love,
Form: Free verse



Todtnauberg
...Paul Celan (1920 in Cernauti, Romania - 1970 in Paris) was a poet and translator. Paul Antschel was born into a Jewish family in Romania, but as a writer used the pseudonym "Paul Celan," becoming ......

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Categories: unleveled, peopledeath, work, death, work,
Form: Prose Poetry
Adonta Ta Mele
...Running cracks of lead flaked paint, spiders across the front door like a grandfather's forehead. Its hinges squeal from years of inattention and forgotten maintenance Floor boards moan a song of......

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Categories: unleveled, artlove, space,
Form: Ekphrasis

Book: Reflection on the Important Things