Poetry: DARK, FAMILY, FEAR, HURT, PAINFUL, RHYME, and SAD. The Man by Edward Matyja Pills. He took a plethora of pills. A provided, pompous, plethora of pills being popped every day without stop. Properly placing the provided, pompous, plethora of petite, purple pills into his palm, and then popping them down his throat. He does it… Continue reading The Man, Poetry by Edward Matyja
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Pieces Of You, Poetry by Hansteven Selfa
I find pieces of you in distorted cosmic dusts
In falling stars, I see your name so bright
You are the street signs, whenever I am lost
When you’re here, everything feels so right.
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