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A poem inspired by the absolute struggles of cell biology and how terribly boring it is. » Read
By Elton Camp
Patsy adores her fur child
Poetry | Updated Dec 20, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Filthy confessions of unfortunate reality
Disgusting flesh everywhere, defiling the world with their filth, spreading their germs, violating everything that's pure.
About the line between reality and fantasy.
This is a in your face, no hold back rant about today's world and the people in it. How we treat each other, the planet and our purpose, if any. This is what we have created for ourselves and now we must lay in our filth. Maybe someday, this will change and man will succeed in living into the...
By Shane P
Poem about a filthy overweight hooker
Poetry | Updated Feb 20, 2013 | Reads: 34 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 8
Growing up I've seen a lot of abuse and not just physical. It's taken it's toll on me and the nightmares never subside.. I finally got out of the grips of my mother&Step father and met a guy whom I have fallen head over heels in love with. This poem was actually written because of him. He's...
A nice dark poem I wrote to express how I feel
By Eileen Mcguinness
Smoking causes cancer and other respiratory diseases which is why many people are now quitting this filthy habit.In the good old days when movie stars promoted smoking everyone thought it was cool to follow.If you value your health and want to live longer then it might be a good idea to quit...
Truth is.... read my poem to find out what truth is
By Eileen Mcguinness
The recent changes to my apartment have had a devastating affect on my health and state of mind.It wasn't as if i had any choice.The local authority wanted to upgrade and modernise the place where i live.The thing is even though we own the apartment there are some rules which allow for...
"Alone, I laugh bitterly, it's the perfect punishment for a monster like me."
Hideously deformed and created out of someone's nightmares, without a name, and trapped in a dark room without any interaction is â–„ â–„ â–„ . But when she finally leaves the confinement of her own...
This poem explicates how diverse the world is, and how so much is happening at this very second that we don't all experience at once..
A poem that I wrote, it was originally meant to be a song but that never really worked out.
A poem entitled "The Whisper's Will."