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Hercules: The Age of Heroes They write no headlines when you're old; Pan is dead. Megora menopausing, but nobody cares where the old heroes go. I might save a damsel ...
Rydia - Jun 12, 2012 - 3 min read
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Driving through the rain The clouds obscure the trees Mountains rise to unknown heights We fly through highs and lows Of the Highway, the Low way, Ninety-five.
FLyerS - Jun 11, 2012 - 13 min read
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Note: the lack of capitalization is intentional. I am two backpacks by the bathroom door and a blanket draped on the corner couch where the cushions don’t fit quite right. ...
lilymoore - May 24, 2012 - 2 min read
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On the Rise - Eoghan McDermott The gaudiness of her plastic face
EoghanMcHugh - May 13, 2012 - 4 min read
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My contribution for NaPoMo...anyway. NOTE: This is a SPANISH poem!!! So please don't comment on the english part! That has simply been provided for ease of readin' for all youse ...
EloquentDragon - Apr 30, 2012 - 2 min read
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Legs That Cannot Stand Woe to legs that cannot stand. I must find my feet to rise. Far too long have I toiled and slaved, But to kneel now would ...
Cole - Apr 26, 2012 - 1 min read
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UPDATED: river-halved city of god, where boulevards run parallel to bikers panting in the cold clear sun, melting snowflakes as they drift down in clusters towards the Seine; Seppuku-scarred ...
Arryn - Apr 22, 2012 - 2 min read
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A Generation at War We are a generation of gyrating on the dance floor, bodies grinding the world into dust a Peter Pan complex where age is just a ...
Rydia - Apr 14, 2012 - 3 min read
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Period one Not much fun. Partner missing, Nothing done. Time for break! Stomach ache. Got no friends, Sit and wait. Period two, Work to do. "Don't stop writing 'Til you're ...
DragonGirl11 - Apr 13, 2012 - 2 min read
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Just a farmer, that's all he is: Not a celebrity or a politician. He doesn't think he's some big whiz; And he's not a man on a mission. He's proud ...
Shady - Apr 9, 2012 - 2 min read
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You are the only one beside many dry shapeless characters- they are people I suppose... some attractive, others I cannot like. But you, you take the bearing of my eyes ...
UrbanNomad - Mar 29, 2012 - 1 min read
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An egg cracked on the cement, Before it could hatch; Justice! we screamed to the wind; No One wanted to hear. We marched with shadowed faces, Snacks held above our ...
MorningStar - Mar 27, 2012 - 1 min read
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Hand me your love, she pleads As she holds out her hands And begs you to love her. Her eyes are cold And her words are a Desperate love song ...
Threnody - Mar 17, 2012 - 2 min read
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Yeah, I know there's not really any rhythm or rhyme or anything... but, I was just experimenting. So, be harsh, but not critical, k? I mean, if you hate it, ...
Cailey - Mar 15, 2012 - 3 min read
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A short piece on my ethos in writing.
Joker - Mar 8, 2012 - 5 min read