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The Black Hole My life is at a standstill, I’m sitting here in pain, Just holding on. I can’t make up my mind, Do I agree? Or not? I try ...
molly9009rae - Mar 20, 2007 - 1 min read
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Okay, so this was well descripted and all and surely a nice read just as I expect everything you write to be unfortunately there was something I had to point ...
Chandni - Mar 20, 2007 - 2 min read
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It's a bit of strange poem, and its not all in old English just parts. Critique away . The beauty of her body, Far surpasses the hatred in thy soul. ...
Mad - Mar 20, 2007 - 1 min read
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Beyond The Sun of Day ~~~ Deamonds open out of of their cadges All creatures great and small come out of the dark burrows they once knew, see the sunlight.. ...
DeathAngelRuby - Mar 19, 2007 - 1 min read
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Come Out ~~~ Your eyes like slits trying to close for centrys Hidding from your shadow to petrifyed to look behind Your mind full of journeys but afraid to show ...
DeathAngelRuby - Mar 19, 2007 - 1 min read
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My first poem since joining! Yay! lol Crit will be very much appreciated. Thanks! --- It is on the rickety porch, Where I wait for it still. My soles are ...
Pisces Prince - Mar 18, 2007 - 1 min read
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we were buried at the back of our church graveyard. a lot of us died in those fast summer cars. there were no billboards to remind us to slow down. ...
Chevy - Mar 18, 2007 - 1 min read
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Change This is it. Aeolus tugs at the door as I scamper to slam it one last time. There she is. My heart leaps into my throat. I tried to ...
Wiggy - Mar 18, 2007 - 1 min read
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Tears slowly falling, Scars all over my heart, You want me to feel this pain. My love slowly dies, My heart begins to ache, My soul slowly leaving me. You ...
Drownsinapuddle - Mar 17, 2007 - 2 min read
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So I'm sat here on my ass. Listening to all your trash. I've a feeling, I don't know, Something deeper than A dynamo. I feel like whistling along, Singing the ...
parker-c-penne - Mar 17, 2007 - 1 min read
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I wrote the title for this poem and then came up with something totally different from what I had originally intended, so in that way the title is open to ...
Mad - Mar 17, 2007 - 2 min read
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I'm wearing no trousers, and thinking about painting, the shed or the fence. But in my defence, I got nothing much better To do. Pitchfork! A tree full of crows, ...
parker-c-penne - Mar 16, 2007 - 1 min read
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Brad, What a heap of tripe. Trying to be experimental, by studying a dictionary isn't art. Words of advise- learn how to write meaningful poetry, poetry that everyone can appreciate. ...
parker-c-penne - Mar 15, 2007 - 1 min read
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She's the last moment of a short pencil, Wasted on paper till disintegration. She's the last call when I ain't even numb yet. She's creeping flames up my legs, When ...
Mau-able - Mar 15, 2007 - 1 min read
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Butterflies Thousand of butterflies swirl like a milkmaid churning butter. Up. Down. Ceaseless whirling. Devouring my heart- tickling it with their antennae. Crash. Boom. Bang. Goodbye butterflies.
Wiggy - Mar 14, 2007 - 1 min read