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𝐄𝐫𝐨𝐬 (𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚)by ☆ 𝑭𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒐�...
𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚..
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#3
A Menagerie of Poemsby Dichotomy
A collection of poems I've written over time. Some are whimsical and carefree, most are thoughtful and reflective, and a select few are dark and brooding. I tend towards...
#4
The Skin On Our Bonesby 紫苑
"i have a feeling this might be a big mistake,
or maybe, if we're lucky- something star-crossed."
a small collection of poems written by a silly girl.
#5
Simple Things | ✓by 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫🕊𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲
→ she planted dreams and watered them with her own tears. ←
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#7
Little Book of Dreamsby •Merveille•
A little book of phrases that I made up and I think and pretty cool.
#8
Unrequited Loveby King Fairy Gaylord Gay Homo G...
A story whose main inspiration is the song named Jesse's Girl.
In this story, the main character: Jasper, has fallen in love with what he thinks is the prettiest girl i...
#9
Look into my eyesby Ana
A collection full of wistful poems. It has life, it has happiness and acceptance. Accaptence that life sucks but you are still happy.
#13
Old Man Memoriesby
An old man recounts the events of his youth, from eating ice cream on a hot day to exploring an abandoned construction site. He considers the world from the perceptive o...
#14
A Letter From A Notable Sourceby Camy-Kami
A letter of wistful foreboding from a researcher who has seen and learned more than they should have. A post-apocalyptic story about uncovering the past and paving the w...
#15
Chasing Rainbowsby Patricia
People just love to crush other people's dreams. Some call it being realistic, while some would say that it's being pessimistic. Either way, this world is so grounded on...
#17
icHor nostAlgia | [poetry]by [ no one's ]
[ I DON'T REALLY EXIST ANYMORE; MY words JUST FLOW ON ICHOR SEAS. ]
_©the_abyssiary, 2018.
Note: This is a mess. Just like me.
#18
Wordsby Noor Layla
Sometimes my heart speaks and my hand writes, this is what they call poetry. But my heart is rough and imperfect and so my words are rough and imperfect. My only solace...