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Like Water. Weve been trained to feel this way To search for a swank swimming pool Though it’s shallow and cold Drown’s you if you fold You thirst all the same We’re searching for a swimming pool All we want is it’s touch Easy and fast Refreshing and crass For a moment or so, at least. The...

Please be completely honest, no sugar coating! This is version 1(basically free handed it) Weve been trained to feel this way Search for a swank swimming pool But it’s shallow and cold Drown’s you if you fold We’re searching for a swimming pool Easy and fast Sickly sweet and crass Just deep...

Please be completely honest, no sugar coating! This is version 1(basically free handed it) Weve been trained to feel this way Search for a swank swimming pool But it’s shallow and cold Drown’s you if you fold We’re searching for a swimming pool Easy and fast Sickly sweet and crass Just deep...

I went through a rough first semester of college and now being back i noticed that whenever i feel nervous, intimidated or angry i develop a burning itching rash that covers my neck, chest and scalp. I dont want this to control my life, any advice?

Regret. Feeling feeble by this guilt The salt gave way to flowers wilt Our cremated coffin i alone built So now remains a stand still silt Please father dont try to flatter To you i should not even matter You've held my heart, prevented shatter But still i still feel need to scatter Could...

Re: Birth Wrinkled and ashen I shouldn’t feel so old Anxious and lonely You shouldn’t be so cold Even being near you Feels like throwing a pair of dice This wasn’t the plan What happened to my paradise? Because there’s a fire And it rests within my bones A rhythmic spire Reaching up to...

Re: Birth opinions on poem]? Re: Birth Wrinkled and ashen I shouldn’t feel so old Anxious and lonely You shouldn’t be so cold Even being near you Feels like throwing a pair of dice This wasn’t the plan What happened to my paradise? Because there’s a fire And it rests within my bones A...

Pair-apalegic Impaired by your allegiance A wheel chair has become my muse Crippled and deluged This idea that I need you The compassion I feed you Is all for naught Cant escape the thought That I need you I bleed you. But these legs are still my own These legs may walk alone But remember that...