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The Ice Age Sonata Little ghosts float over stars on bridge The sonata lets the grass work stuck and buried in the fridge As green turns frozen blue the ladylike ...
Chandni - Sep 29, 2006 - 2 min read
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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