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I've got a lot on my mind and no space to write it all.
I've got dirt on my face, but no strength to wipe it off.
Going over the edge, I think I'm gonna fall.
I've got a stomach in knots, and a pneumonia cough.
 Jul 2016 Kata
Torin
Unnoticed (10W)
 Jul 2016 Kata
Torin
Art cannot exist
Within such selfishness
Beauty dies alone
Unnoticed
 Jul 2016 Kata
Kara Jean
Tomorrow
 Jul 2016 Kata
Kara Jean
I questioned tomorrow

Are you real or fake?
Am I afraid of you or do you make me stupid brave?
Do you love or hate?
Will you consider being easy on me?

Sadly, tomorrow had no reply

He just came

Day by day

Moment by moment

All I really can do is try to create my tomorrow today
 Jul 2016 Kata
Stephan
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*If I were a poem
I’d ask you to fold me up
and put me in your pocket,
then at the end of the week,
toss me in the wash
with the rest of the clothes

And when you find me later,
smudged and smeared,
ripped and tattered into
little unrecognizable pieces,
don’t worry about it,
I was already like that
I have been notified that this poem was plagiarized and posted on Poetfreak by someone using the name Blurry Face. I can assure you, this is my poem.
 Jul 2016 Kata
Caitlin
Time Away
 Jul 2016 Kata
Caitlin
Things I have learned since I've been away from Poetry.

1. Sometime it's ok, if you don't write for a while. It still flows in your blood.
2. You see words everywhere, people's smiles, laughter and tears.
3. Not all poems are fueled by drama or fear or confusion.
4. Poetry is beautiful, even more so than it was before.
5. Even though I am not that good of a writer, I write, and will continue to, until the end of time.
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