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This poem is lovely and melancholy. I love the feel of it, the simple yet beautiful language. This is wonderful: In the shut dark of my eyes, I am the ...
Chevy - Feb 4, 2007 - 1 min read
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In Winnebago land, There ruled a skeleton king With his fleshy, pretty queen. And in the night When the lights were gone, They'd go into their Winnebago And preform unspeakable ...
Captin Six - Feb 4, 2007 - 1 min read
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Sunlight coats the icicles that cling to our gutters. I sigh, knowing they won’t disappear for another six weeks, probably more. The kids across the street learn that, when making ...
Cade - Feb 4, 2007 - 1 min read
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The cold kiss of a blade, The sharpened edge descending His life, my love, is ending It’s too late for love my dear. Sorrows stream down my face, Endlessly descending, ...
Chibi - Feb 3, 2007 - 1 min read
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War is the systematic slaughter of the innocent,.....tied and bound under what is considered......sometimes as mass genocide,......politicians wage wars, so do......tyrants command armies to wars cour
Cameron - Feb 2, 2007 - 2 min read
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Dark matter clouds the synapses that once allowed you to love me. I used to sit on the rim of your glasses as we drank constellation wine, connecting dots in ...
bonafide - Jan 31, 2007 - 1 min read
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A sunset, gold and blue A purple-silk wrapped debut Tracks across the western sky God in nature glorified The ocean waves crest and wash Against a line that's never crossed ...
Phoenixfire - Jan 29, 2007 - 1 min read
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This is my first posting of a poem or a story or anything. I'm not quite sure on the puncuation so if you have any advice let me know. Thanks! ...
Seriena - Jan 29, 2007 - 2 min read
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She took her raisin hands and brushed coiled scars and barbed curls from my hitchhiking eyes. "Destination is always nowhere in a hurry." Peddlers whistle so fast only dog's ears ...
bonafide - Jan 28, 2007 - 1 min read
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....a train lowing What does it mean, to low?in a star-plucked field, This is pretty, but it means very little, besides perhaps "separated from fate". But judging by the fact ...
bonafide - Jan 28, 2007 - 2 min read
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fuck him. is what you'd think I'd say but I'm too caught up with yesterday. only he can sing those memorable suicidal serenades with his lullabies to paralyze and heavy ...
beyond.the.horizon - Jan 28, 2007 - 1 min read
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Brown sweat on my fingerprints, I wipe acoustics’s brow again with a rag from the stranger's Levi jeans. It's stained with holy water and blotches the souls we've bled profuse ...
xanthan gum - Jan 28, 2007 - 1 min read
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a ghost lingers in the doorway silently watching and listening to the lives that flow around it it. . . or him I cannot tell which but sometimes in the ...
Phoenixfire - Jan 27, 2007 - 1 min read
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Finally, more of Incan's poetry! Hurrah for opium? I'm guessing the way everything seems to be somewhat over-dramatized ("O crepuscular angel, O my filthy licorice: Make my body/ the soft ...
Cade - Jan 26, 2007 - 3 min read
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If the pen could capture the sound of your voice, would it draw the sky for me? Moon and Sun? The sky as seen from a Babel unfinished, gray light ...
Fand - Jan 23, 2007 - 1 min read