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Your long tangled hair with little peices of broken twigs sway through the wind, Your big goofy grin shines like ...

Not my favourite poem, but that's more to do with my taste than your writing. This poem reads too much ...

Wow, i loved this... fig newtons till i vomit... ew... why not grow a damn tree in your belly while ...

He thinks he's the hero and she's the villian, But he isn't good and pure. He's really the villian and ...

All of her emotions, Held up inside, Boilng and churning inside of her, She has finally reached the point. She ...

i'm taking another stab after being torn savagely to shreads in my last post. it would seem that people look ...

it's falling, gently drifting down. they call it pure and beauty. what harm can come from seeing elegance? gliding down, ...

say a little prayer, to that person there. it all builds up, we're gonna die tonight. say a little prayer, ...

How many petitions with underlying scars and broken hearts must you make before you realize: there isn't a point? And ...

Why is there no delete button? Don't like this poem. so I wanted to get rid of it.

We don't know there are unknown unknowns. There aren't things we don't know we know. We also don't know there ...

The Vacuum People will not necessarily be transient. The rumour that they are something other than awfully transitory Ought to ...

Life is FREE STUFF I got what I wanted and You want my blood on your hands You seem to ...

Darkness creeps about the edges Fog rolls in dark and dank and smelling of rotten flesh Footsteps beat in an ...

I already commented on this poem before...but after reading it again, i still think it is very well written. I ...