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n1o2u3r4 - Jul 22, 2012 - 10 min read
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Afraid that I might love again A spark that has yet to dim
ImHero - Jul 21, 2012 - 4 min read
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At an end was my life, All because of that knife. No one would listen, ‘Spose it just had to happen Didn’t know about the rumors, Didn’t know about the ...
BenDietz - Jul 15, 2012 - 2 min read
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Beyond Logic What does the word logic mean? Nothing but a foul Dean Why, are life’s mysteries ...
n1o2u3r4 - Jul 1, 2012 - 2 min read
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A poem I felt inspired to composed at Midnight last night.
Rainn - Jun 30, 2012 - 11 min read
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I decided to create a poem about Winter, for it is my favorite season. Enjoy...
Rainn - Jun 28, 2012 - 1 min read
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Music is in everyone...
Rainn - Jun 27, 2012 - 2 min read
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One of my first works of poetry.
Rainn - Jun 26, 2012 - 7 min read
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In the dark, vast, void of nothingness; Chaos... the inception of Cosmos has the potential to transmute into the stars...the universe...worlds... life...perception...ideas....beauty... Chaos is the il
Pandorax - Jun 14, 2012 - 1 min read
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Butterfly flutter by Wings flapping against the wind Soft and yet so delicate Patterns and colors Patterns and colors. She-wolf stalk by Protecting her young at all times Patchy and ...
ShardsOfGlass - Jun 7, 2012 - 1 min read
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Her name was Susie, But truly she felt she had no name at all, No name was satisfying enough upon her dead rose lips, No name could capture who she ...
ShanS - May 31, 2012 - 3 min read
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The young untouched and spotless. Innocent, free, tender and naive. Coming of age, surrounded by pleasures, bright with temptation. He looks un-touching, till one fated day, he meets the painter&rsquo
ThoughtOfInterest - May 28, 2012 - 3 min read
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Still waiting, days are the same I seek neither money nor fame This reality I do disdain nothing can entertain Still wanna leave Over my dream I grieve I will ...
n1o2u3r4 - May 19, 2012 - 1 min read
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The Virgin The castle lay still and chaste Filled with gold mines and trees A trapped door That lets no man in Only to dream Like a delicate flower On ...
dolwright - Apr 22, 2012 - 3 min read
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The house where my feet walked, Where my feet paced, Where my feet rested Is no more Droplets fall from my face, And clashing into the ground they go, though ...
SpencerNolanRivers - Apr 21, 2012 - 1 min read