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  • Poetry » Lyrical
    I have dreams
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    I just wanna get by but I have dreams higher than the sky I feel I can be me anything I want to be but its everything 'round me that ...


    Dreami - Nov 24, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    DEAR MUM
    16

    Mum, I've made a big mistake,I've took on more than I can take,I've scrapped my plans,Failed my exams,I can't see my future anymore.Mum, I've forgotten how to hope,I'm drinking loads ...

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    darko - Nov 24, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    My Love
    11

    These are my feelings. That is my answer. Please no harsh dealings. Don't spear like a lancer. I have my heart for you. I trust you above all. No more ...


    InnerTurmoil - Nov 23, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    How Come?
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    How Come? A Song of a Black Boy in 1953 How come my skin is brown? And how come his is white? How come of I disrespect him, He wants ...


    Chevy - Nov 21, 2004 - 1 min read

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    In the tune of "What a Wondeful World" by Louis Armstrong I see skies of gray, People hungry each day, Nation vs. nation, Forever at war, And I think to ...


    Chevy - Nov 21, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    The Day That America Will Fall
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    The sun will shine from sea to sea Each day will began peacefully. A man on the street is now a man in a mansion, In his new business, he's ...


    Chevy - Nov 21, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    My smile's just a pose
    17

    Uh, kind of a depressing poem, was trying something new... Alone again in so much pain Wondering why I have to cry And take all of this strain Lying hurt ...


    Beware - Nov 20, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    untitled
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    i need you as you need i everything we see its eye to eye conversations last for hours as we sit in fields of fragrant flowers worlds apart yet still ...


    -KayJuran- - Nov 19, 2004 - 1 min read


Nobody wants to see the village of the happy people.
— Lew Hunter