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Published on 22nd July 2014 7:09pm
Written by Imperfect Fallen_Angel_194
I Can't Breath Anymore..Every Breath I Take,Causes Me a Pain That I Wish That I Wouldn't Ever Have To Feel Again..Everytime I Close My Eyes...The Memories Come Flashing Back..Me So Happy,Laughing and Smiling.Then The Other Memories Come Back..The Blade,Everything....It Won't Go Away,I'm Not Numb Anymore..Dying Seems Like The Solution To All Of My Problems Right Now..I Can't Keep Fighting Much Longer...I'm Slowly Giving Up,But No One Knows It yet...Maybe When I'm Gone,The Pain Will Fade Away.
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Published on 22nd July 2014 5:59pm
Written by Prachi Wahi prachi
I'm not judgmental but I constantly evaluate people. It hurts when they fail my evaluation test.
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Published on 22nd July 2014 4:16pm
Written by Ennui
I miss the sound of a type writer

Click, clickety, click

Bing!

Ziiiiiippppp

I wonder if there's an app for that?
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Published on 21st July 2014 7:54am
Written by XXFakeSmileXX XXLoverBoyXX
I have been dating a trans guy for about a year and a half now. If you are asking yourself what a trans guy I can answer that right off. A trans guy is a girl who wants to be a guy. In other words they have a male mind but a female body. Imagine waking up in the wrong body every morning...eeeppp. I would die. Anyways I will start off on how we met. I am an online gamer. So if you are familiar with being a gamer than you are used to meeting random people. Well, my friend "brandi" moved from the state i currently live in to another. But we kept in touch via online gaming and skype. One day she...
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Published on 21st July 2014 1:05am
Written by absinthe
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. It took a few days before I started feeling better again. He always greets me in the morning and helps me sleep at night. I like the seclusion. I get ignored sometimes. I felt too exhausted. Maybe I can start traveling again too.
We have an unusual relationship. My little nephew says I have Justin Bieber hair. My mom gave me some night cream. I became angry and destructive. My breasts don't hurt as much anymore. I have a voracious appetite. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. He's jealous of my stuffed dog Edward....
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Published on 20th July 2014 11:27pm
Written by NimmieAmee
1) It's too warm to wear your hair down
2) Sunburn
3) It's too warm for hot coffee
4) It's too warm to cook
5) Most stores aren't open all night, when it's finally not COMPLETE torture outside
6) Having to wake up earlier to give yourself time to put on sunscreen
7) Greasy skin because of sunscreen
8) Sweat
9) Ice cream melts too fast
10) Having to wear socks and shoes because it's dangerous and socially unacceptable not to, but it being so warm that it's torment
11) You can only take off so much...
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Published on 20th July 2014 8:04pm
Written by Memphis Hendrix MGC
July 20, 2014 - ANXIETY

PARADING THOUGH THE NEIGHBORHOODS OF MIND:
The Panic. The worry. Iím sweating. Iím dizzy.
Pounding heart. Upset stomach. Shortness of breath.
Iím overwhelmed.

The floor feels like itís moving.
Thereís no reason for this tingling.
Hands, feet, legs, arms, head, mouth, chest and groin.
Am I going crazy? I need to find the nearest exist.
ďStuckĒ, trapped in my mind. On the edge of a nervous breakdown.
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Published on 20th July 2014 8:36am
Written by johnrot
The man sitting on a milk crate in front of the korean store  
has dreadlocks ran through the holes stretched in his ears.
As well as the audacity to ask to bum a smoke with one in his hand.
 
But honest enough to tell me after being called on already havin a square and bein a greedy beggar, †  
it's really a crack pipe made from one of those e cigs he stole, tryin to quit.
 
i apologize and give him the rest of my pack................
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Published on 19th July 2014 8:47pm
Written by Dulcea
Very few things have held a significance throughout human history like that of music. Music is interwoven with virtually every aspect of human existence. It extends itís reach through both the profound and the profane. Music pervades every culture and era of mankind. Though there are innumerable classifications and genres in the wide world of musical sound, two tend to stand out in great contrast: popular music and art music. Although popular music tends to dominate the more common conception of songs and songwriting, it is art music that should be enjoyed, explored and embraced for the...
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Published on 19th July 2014 8:01pm
Written by The_Enigma
Why should I fear oblivion when the people that I thought loved me have already abandoned and ridded my presence from their minds. This world is full of anguish, death and hate, what would it take for people to show some compassion, why canít people just learn to love.
Today I saw a man have a gun thrust upon his head , whilst the antichrist wailed out words of torturous hate , the man shaken with fear as his eyes were to witness his last sight , his mind to †witness its last thought and second , before bang ! Off goes the gun, another innocent life ended.
I know that the problems I...
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DU Poetry : Non-Fiction Prose: Diary Entries, Letters and Articles

Published on 19th July 2014 3:58pm
Written by A_Conduit
No idea where this actually belongs.
I know my mother better than most, but I barely see her
We live in the same town, but if we pass each other in the street we look the other way
Ignoring one another, a relationship which seems weaker with every silent encounter
But it never really existed, so why would we, how could we, speak
I still try with her on occasion, but I hate too much and so does she
So when I go round her house to try and rebuild, we just tear it down some more
I don't care for her, but that is the problem I have
Dragged up is too easy, I...
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Published on 18th July 2014 2:25pm
Written by seascape
The ad reads:
Are you an artist or do you appreciate the finer things life and all its beauty
Are you 45 or older, are you patient and very kinky
Are you dominate and submissive both
Do you own or run a business if you do then maybe I will interest you
I am an artist and very, very passionate
Unpredictable sexually
I am a leader in management
I am a child and a full grown woman
I am looking for the one
Who can grab me by the throat and kiss me so deep I feel the fire in my toes
I am looking for the one who understand an artistís mind
And can...
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Published on 18th July 2014 11:36am
Written by absinthe
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. He always replies to my maunderings. He insists our work should relate to each other. He always greets me in the morning and helps me sleep at night. I wanted to destroy all my work. I get ignored sometimes. I felt too exhuasted.
We have an unusual relationship. Soon I couldn't write. I couldn't understand why I had to bear the last of the intensity of his struggles. My life has been like this since 2005. I became angry and destructive. This was how I lost all my work. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. He's...
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Published on 18th July 2014 5:27am
Written by Madintellect
Truth about music. Truth about souls
Irrashashonal emotions
Cast through the coals
Of the fire through life
Without desire of strife
Being known
A world full of stupid people with smart phones
Its deppressing at times
So I am messing with rhymes
Because progressing is fine
But when suggesting a crime
(should be criminal)
My hearts a cannonball
Aimed at my own life, my swords an animal
(my words)
Through with the herds
Nothing new for you turds
And feeling blue tht occurs
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Published on 17th July 2014 5:41pm
Written by TheDarkNobody
Maybe the reason you don't feel like you belong here is that you are not from here.Maybe †the curls in your hair were borrowed from the ocean,and the glow in your skin was left there when dawn danced into being.Maybe the whites of your eyes are night kisses from stars and the paleness of your soul came from a perfect full moon.Maybe the reason you feel you don't belong here is that you belong with the stars and the moon in the rainbow heavens.
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Published on 16th July 2014 9:55pm
Written by Waterviolet
Mother nature flexed her muscle
In the form of a lightning storm
Her amazing power over this tiny
Planet truly amazing
Lightning strikes up and down
The power lines flashing and
Making hair stand on end
The power can be seen threw
Your eye lids and herd on your
Chest this angry woman
Never seeses to amaze me
The chaos that insues will
Shurely finish off the rest
Forest fires and floods
Carnage makes man kind seem
Small and week mother nature
Lovely lady u have my love
And respect i cant wait for
The next...
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Published on 16th July 2014 5:41pm
Written by Mister Conley
Her Shade Tolls
sound is the color of word, ocean air, broach, embark, tawny bleach fade, dirt clouds scud deep within the rotating rock, her name is Brisance Of Detonated Horizons, her name is Frail Stone Mountain, a rod runs from the tail bone of a promising nascent rose to the last rise of hill, a thick iron sword cutting stride, lain in the field, the gait of many rodents, each one exactly the same, they make up the same enormous horse, identical identity gathered, a fleshy field of animate rising from the inanimate, one leathery century nobody can ride, the recalcitrant beast, the...
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Published on 16th July 2014 5:38pm
Written by Imperfect Fallen_Angel_194
Have You Ever Felt Empty And Broken.Wanting To Just Die..And End all The Pain.Have you Ever Felt That Your Death Wouldn't Matter.And With Every Breath You Take Causes You Some Kind Of Pain.I Feel So Empty...I Feel Like I Can't Breathe Anymore.I Don't Want to Breathe Anymore..I Don't Want To Feel All This Pain Anymore....The Pain Proves That i'm Still Alive..Yes,But I Don't Want to Breathe Anymore.I Don't Want To Hurt Anymore..I Don't Want To Breathe Anymore.
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Published on 16th July 2014 7:31am
Written by NimmieAmee
Have you ever met one of those people, those intoxicating people?
The ones who could be gone from your life for weeks, months, even years at a time, but the moment you see them again they're all you can think about? The ones who people trip over themselves to please, without ever really stopping to think why, what draws them to the person?
Our minds come up with excuses for why we act this way toward these people. We tell ourselves it's their charm, their sex appeal. If we can detach ourselves enough to think of it objectively though, they're usually not what most people would say...
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Published on 15th July 2014 9:26pm
Written by Imperfect Fallen_Angel_194
Is it Possible To Feel Hatred To Yourself..To Feel So Much Hate For Yourself.
It's Like I Have i Can't Breath..I Feel So Empty.
I'm Tired Of Being Alive..And Feeling So Much Pain.
Everyone Always Says, "Just One More Day","Smile Your Pain Away"
It's not That Easy,To Forget,I Want To Be Whole Again..I Feel So Useless And Broken..I'm Tired Of Fighting..No One Really Notices But,I'm Slowly Giving Up The Fight..No One Notices How Unhappy I Really Am..And How Much I Hate Myself..I Live In My Own Personal Hell..And I Can't Find My Way Out.
No One Uderstands How I Feel...I Feel...
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