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His words, which wrench my poet’s soul Are of a man long dead, And through his lines I see the words That he has left unsaid. A life of pleasure ...
gyrfalcon - Sep 28, 2006 - 1 min read
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"You're all assholes." Those are the only words that reach a standstill in this stream of voices and half-empty bottled dream, run down by the trip across the sea. They ...
xanthan gum - Sep 28, 2006 - 2 min read
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The first line is borrowed from a Midsommer Night's Dream. Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. Harsh dawn keeps distance enough to ...
Remember - Sep 28, 2006 - 1 min read
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I wrote this while we were studying the play Blood Brothers in drama. Hopefully you'll get something of the story in what I've written. It's meant to be a character/plot ...
Remember - Sep 28, 2006 - 2 min read
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I otta out u (400 words) -SlickJimmy A roll of the tongue And twist of the mind Unbearable prose Seems so unkind My struggle is great To complete your thought ...
deleted - Sep 28, 2006 - 1 min read
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Might I dream of eternal darkness? Or shall I speak of neon black? The bother of nothing being seen, Neon blinds: “I lost my track” Might I picture wedding dresses? ...
Chandni - Sep 27, 2006 - 1 min read
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I know this is prose...but I don't think we have a prose forum. Sober. Sober, when was the last time she was sober? It’s laughable, how she slurs her way ...
xanthan gum - Sep 27, 2006 - 3 min read
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I just started scribbling this out randomly whilst listening to Ben folds... very strange. Comments please ! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lamen
mer - Sep 27, 2006 - 2 min read
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A colour poem I had to write for creative writing. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your eyes, so insipid with such a masquerade of illumination, Reflecting a
Cornelius_Quinnsomer - Sep 27, 2006 - 2 min read
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If the line not to cross is already behind me, Then which way shall I turn my back? “Continue and do not look back” I shall cliché till the end ...
mer - Sep 27, 2006 - 1 min read
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To Set an Example. -Slick Jimmy Click-clack's with perfect repetitive beat. Blank page became ideological feat. ne'er mine eye stray from this performance. Yet, pain is caused to this conformance. ...
deleted - Sep 27, 2006 - 1 min read
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It doesn't take many words to express how you feel. Like a birthday card, The message is already printed. It's short but it means somebody cares. But I'm not good ...
Remember - Sep 26, 2006 - 1 min read
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This is a poem i wrote about a year ago so one of my first. tell me what you think. All in a matter of moments And what I thought ...
mer - Sep 26, 2006 - 1 min read
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He lay on the grass, looking at me His powerful face is all I could see. He touched my cheek with convenient care And kissed my lips, while stroking my ...
cathy - Sep 26, 2006 - 1 min read
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Innocence stolen in a horrible way. My heart was broken, my trust lost into a dark mist that is to be forever forgotten, it is almost unknown to me. Mentally, ...
Kay Kay - Sep 25, 2006 - 1 min read