Literary Works » Poetry » Dramatic
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He plays guitar Songs that speak to my soul Tug at the stiches Holding my heart together Eyes closed But smouldering Straining to sing truth He plays guitar Tenderly and ...
Galatea - Mon Dec 13, 2004 8:49 am
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Uhmm...not good. But good enough, I guess....(note to self, make it not suck...) * * * on my back broken wings of light scatter and spin above my head streched ...
Galatea - Thu Dec 09, 2004 2:11 am
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I'm not sure what I meant to say in this. I was toying with something I read in a book once, that there are some people who shouldnt stand to ...
bubblewrapped - Wed Dec 08, 2004 5:25 am
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Don't come here now for sunshine and warmth. Don't come here now for good cheer round the hearth. I advise to steer clear of this whole campus. The professors have ...
InnerTurmoil - Tue Dec 07, 2004 6:09 pm
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One little note, the word drowned is meant to be read as it would have been in Shakespeare's day (drown-ed). It serves a rhythmic purpose, hence my mention of it. ...
Galatea - Tue Dec 07, 2004 7:37 am
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I'm not sure about this one - I think the last few lines could use a bit of work. Any suggestions? Blue I look down at your face - Your ...
bubblewrapped - Tue Dec 07, 2004 6:16 am
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I'm having problems figuring out where things should go, so if this is possibly in the wrong forum then i'm sorry! -penny The red wine is gone. Drunk. To the ...
penny - Tue Dec 07, 2004 1:28 am
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Give me something, Give me anything, Just a little pill, a little drink, I’ll take it all, An escape from the pain, Don’t worry, I’ll be OK, Just a little ...
Tessitore - Mon Dec 06, 2004 5:00 pm
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She was beat 11 times, By her father-she thinks She was afraid, Oh yes she was, She could not even blink. But listen to her, just right now, "It wasn't ...
Gracey13 - Sun Dec 05, 2004 5:02 am
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Written while still trembling after a particularly nasty encounter with a critic on fictionpress...still makes my stomach hurt, oddly enough. I'm sure a lot of you will be able to ...
bubblewrapped - Sat Dec 04, 2004 9:30 am
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Light. It fell on a quivering, sensitive mouth. Lips. Lips were mouthing words, Words I did not want to hear. Pain. Absorbing, beautiful pain. Pain eased itself through every pore ...
Skye - Fri Dec 03, 2004 2:22 pm
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[b]All the Rhythms[/b] I lost myself in that moment Or maybe, Maybe I found myself. Chaos is a funny thing When everything whirls and Everything twirls And the fluorescent lights ...
marzipan - Thu Dec 02, 2004 4:17 am
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Wait a sec - was this it? I drift away through honey There is music in my ears Smiles plastered on a heart That used to wear my tears I’m ...
bubblewrapped - Tue Nov 30, 2004 1:37 am
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You. You planted the ember of white-hot anger inside me. You fanned it to life, Feeding it with an almost imperceptible breeze. Slowly, the fire grew. Now it is a ...
Skye - Mon Nov 29, 2004 11:54 pm
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how can you love someone who yields so easily to the crush of your body pushing her backwards, posing her into seductive shapes on your dirty sheets. who submitted, so ...
faith - Mon Nov 29, 2004 2:37 am