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Hidden Reality This world isn’t simple to me, anymore It was only a complex idea thought before That someone dreamed up when life was a bore Can’t you see all ...

Here’s how it’s gonna work, Princess. He’ll love you first— Not best— ‘Cuz you’re gonna screw up you’re gonna screw him over. You’re gonna Break h

Let me lie to you. Let me tell you about my perfect life, Where everything’s dipped in chocolate, & the cherry’s always right on top. Where the reflection always smiles, ...

wrote this along time ago, I like the second one the best. any comments or critiques welcome. CL The Blue Rose Midnight I. in the blue rose midnight lightning flashes; ...

Critize freely. This poem is free style. Lol This is the first and last poem I write before I go to Switzerland. After this, I am off the English. This ...

(I've never attempted narrative poetry, so if I dropped the ball, let me know where this belongs...and don't say the trash or I'll cry) In the darkness, I reached out ...

I've never given a 'title' to any un-ambitious, miniscule work, but if I'd have to name this poem, then I guess(these are on the spot) 'The Exiled', or just 'Exiled' ...

A Southern Summer Soliloquy I can’t change you when I can’t change me And I know you want me to ‘cause You spelled it out under the nightshade On sultry, ...

don't know how I feel about this poem but I thought I'd post it anyway... CL Silence is Golden The rip of the ivory blanched sheets Smashes against the silence ...

The stars spell your name the moon shines your face your voice echos in the wind and I can feel you in the grass The midnight air smells like your ...

Essa looked at her lover, Dusk, And spoke in hushed whispers about ferris wheels, And sea cliffs -- haunted places she dared not to go, just then, For fear that ...

6-10-05 He bent his dance to a happy dream dance with stars o’rhead in a calm, autumn-cool crisp burning woodsmoke noise pollutioned way, with a thousand comrades singing singing singing ...

Lewis Carroll here I come... shatterglass glass shatters as the butterfly steeped in chaos theories beats against my window with a strumming sound the lyrics of his song scraped against ...

It went by too fast My mind’s left in a blurry vision of The bus stops, alleyways behind his house, ...

I just wrote this in class...a bunch of thoughts...yeah I'm having a very textbook ADD day. it formated differently on ...