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  • Poetry » Narrative
    Eventually Falling
    6

    I'm climbing the ladder, Finally reaching the top, I'm afraid to look down, So I can see who's watching. The crowd cheers me on, They love what they see, It's ...


    Chevy - Dec 2, 2004 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Adventures in Yellow
    11

    Yesterday I saw you in all your glory: A frayed yellow towel around your midriff As you sped after my snarling dog (He was chasing your kitty, after all). And ...


    marzipan - Dec 1, 2004 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Nature poem type thing
    9

    Does it work here?!?!? I don't really know. In the air, Between the trees, You can feel The cool morning breeze. Up in the trees, A bird if born. Off ...


    Drizzt - Nov 25, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Long Sleeves
    13

    She cuts herself to vent the pain, alleviate the strain, everydays the same. When she gets tired of life, her salvations the knife, become it's slave, it's master and it's ...

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    darko - Nov 25, 2004 - 1 min read

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    He swigs on his can, watching out for the Merc, Another client telling his wife he's been held back at work. His spouce sits legs crossed, in PVC boots, Needing ...

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    darko - Nov 23, 2004 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Innocence
    8

    There was talk of connection, There were bowed heads and sighs. There was talk of deception, Yet I could see through the lies. There was talk of abduction, There were ...

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    darko - Nov 23, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    A Girl Dies in Boston
    13

    He sat on the window sill,He closed his eyes and cried.He had never felt so alone before,Until yesterday when his sister happened so suddenly,No one thought her life would end ...


    Chevy - Nov 21, 2004 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Crime Scene Investigation
    15

    It was the hottest kind of sticky city day, and the first dark stain they found proved not to be blood but a cherry ice pop, dropped and melted from ...


    faith - Nov 20, 2004 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Oni
    10

    Hey everyone! I'm really horrible at categorizing poetry but I'm pretty sure this one fits in here. This poem was my baby for a long time and I think I've ...


    aisu_ookami - Nov 18, 2004 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    The Gates
    120

    stars whispered, gates closed. fear mounted, as red sun rose. a new day dawned, a battle won. people mourned, for what had begun. ... I would post the next verse ...


    -KayJuran- - Nov 15, 2004 - 1 min read


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