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Sleep child Dream of times better Better than our reality today If you dream of times past Idealize but don't ...

You look beautiful still After all these years Not a day has passed For my heart is true And I ...

Scene I Shrub: Oh vile day! Befouled by mine enemy, and that of my father. He that seeketh to divide ...

Characters needed 1. HOLLY 2. JAMES 3. ANGELA 4. SOPHIE ACT III, SCENE 3 (SATURDAY NOON: In Angela’s dining room.) ...

I love writing descriptions so I thought I'd post a few. She stood tiny against the massive idol the vast ...

Characters needed: 1. JAMES 2. ANGELA’S MOM 3. HOLLY 4. SOPHIE 5. ANGELA (Curtains open) ACT I, SCENE I (SUNDAY: ...

Machines 1. PISS 2. WHITE CHOCOLATE MOCHA 3. YOU ARE ALL SLAVES TO THE CLOCK Machines. White sheets of paper ...

I am shielded by darkness: growing upon the fears The worries From all the taunting memories I am deeply shallow ...

Crying blood forget Painful joy Anger Bleed till desire Shadowing my face from reality Take a knife STAB STAB STAB ...

I don’t like to chop wood, but I have to. It’s a part of my training and sometimes I wonder ...

I live in this world where Things are doing okay, Things are moving along quietly but Surely And maybe it's ...

I actually don't like this poem, but you never know, someone else might. Once again, even if it's just to ...

you're a masterpiece if you can call it that anymore after swarms of followers crowd you from me and all i can see is painful camera flashes but small snapshots ...

I pass her on the way to school, every single day. Every morning I see her there, whether I'm early or I'm late. Her hairstyle never changes, or the expression ...

noise [noize] just noisedon’t mean nothingit don’t mean nothing Earlier when you let me read this part, I didn't like it--it was the only part I didn't like. But other ...