PoeticalJustice

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StoryEmpathy PoeticalJustice010 years 1 day ago
StoryUntitled PoeticalJustice110 years 3 days ago
StoryTwo Balloons PoeticalJustice010 years 1 month ago
Story"You're Beautiful" (to be continued...) PoeticalJustice010 years 1 month ago
StoryMate of Mine PoeticalJustice210 years 1 month ago
StoryDepression PoeticalJustice110 years 1 month ago
StoryAn Open Box PoeticalJustice110 years 1 month ago
StoryYou do you, I'll do me! PoeticalJustice010 years 2 months ago
StoryUgly World (Snippet) PoeticalJustice010 years 4 months ago
CollectionSpoken Word PoeticalJustice010 years 4 months ago
Story...Scissors. PoeticalJustice010 years 5 months ago
StoryA Flower... PoeticalJustice010 years 5 months ago
StoryAlone PoeticalJustice010 years 5 months ago
StoryInsomnia No More. PoeticalJustice010 years 5 months ago
StoryTrain Journeys PoeticalJustice410 years 6 months ago
StoryDarkness PoeticalJustice110 years 6 months ago
StoryClouds Of Smoke PoeticalJustice010 years 6 months ago
StoryLove.....pfft! PoeticalJustice210 years 6 months ago
StoryFriends?...No?...Ok. PoeticalJustice010 years 6 months ago
StoryOne Of My Scars PoeticalJustice010 years 6 months ago
StoryJustice? PoeticalJustice010 years 6 months ago
StoryAbsorbed. PoeticalJustice010 years 6 months ago
StoryAnger PoeticalJustice010 years 6 months ago
Story"Writing Mode"... PoeticalJustice310 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Colour Brown PoeticalJustice410 years 6 months ago

My stories

Empathy

It sounds silly, but I feel others pain,. Often sympathetic when tryna figure out ones mind frame. We are not the same, yet in many ways we are, yet...

Untitled

Maybe.... I should punch into my chest, cut through the flesh, pull out my beating heart and serve it on a platter for you all to ingest. You're all...
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Two Balloons

This is not a message in a bottle, sent out to sea, It's a poem, on a tree, dedicated to you from me. You see, this tree is beautiful, it will grow...

"You're Beautiful" (to be continued...)

"You're beautiful" He said. I laughed in disregard, yet I want so desperately to believe him. Why? Why, do I believe everything is conceited &...

Depression

Depression. A compression of feelings, cementing you at the roots, sprouting like poison ivy, spreading until darkness completely covers you. A noose...

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