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Heh. Not profound, but not terrible, either.
Sam - Jun 15, 2005 - 1 min read
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It's Alright I told you I hate you You told me you cared I said I can't stand you You said you'd always be there I told you to leave ...
kcrluvsyou - Jun 15, 2005 - 1 min read
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“Retrograde” Shadows are thrown onto the rocky path Stretching, sinewy shadows that play with muted stones They are the animated corpses of the sun’s wrath Casts of nature’s bare and ...
tortured_artboy - Jun 14, 2005 - 1 min read
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Words can't express the way I feel toward you, But I can do my best, Alex you are special to me, In each and every way, But I don't want ...
kutestuff003 - Jun 14, 2005 - 1 min read
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I think I’ve given a part of myself away today. I think I’ve sold my (what-ever) soul. I think that I am very sensitive right now. You know this. My ...
Tessitore - Jun 14, 2005 - 2 min read
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my favorite has been forgotten and been gone a long time heard only by people who weaze and breath only fine wine sticks of burning light high up in the ...
magusthemad - Jun 13, 2005 - 1 min read
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The black rose and I made up this fun little pieceof work. Sorrow, depressed, lifeless, and fearful Why? The hatred... Hatred? Those memories... Memories? Past, horrible thoughts lingering Untimely de
bulletproof - Jun 13, 2005 - 2 min read
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i've never seen a baby photo of you. it may seem crazy but your mum never got out the old, dusty maroon album and sat me down on the couch ...
Liz - Jun 13, 2005 - 2 min read
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At the crack of dawn the fog came down and gave the earth a gossamer gown. Like angels hair it filled the air, the trees were an evergreen comb. It ...
Fireweed - Jun 12, 2005 - 1 min read
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Rude poem alert!! Old king Cole was a very old soul And a very old soul was he He called for the light In the middle of the night To ...
Flikity - Jun 12, 2005 - 1 min read
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so i stare at tigerskin again and feel the complete, woven silence that warms my bare shoulders with its fingertips, reborn from banging glitter and punching voices. it was air-conditioning ...
Liz - Jun 12, 2005 - 1 min read
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Sorry I am not going to put anymore poems on this site.
kutestuff003 - Jun 11, 2005 - 1 min read
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I come from Minnesota, Cold and Icy snow. From Scorching summers, To yellow hummers. From bumping the volleyball, Along the wall, From two little brothers, So funny and small. I ...
kutestuff003 - Jun 11, 2005 - 1 min read
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plastic nostalgia, it's a world where it's only pink, blue or yellow - there's no black. glow-in-the-dark singlets and stripes on shoes. chunky clumps of happiness amidst every perfect colour ...
Liz - Jun 11, 2005 - 1 min read
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You were always there when I needed you, But never near when I needed you to hold me, You were there to teach me to be me, And I appreciate ...
kutestuff003 - Jun 11, 2005 - 1 min read