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everyone's watching but i feel so unpretty everyone's moving and i can't make a sound why does it feel like there are no empty spaces? then the vision is over ...
Skye - Dec 9, 2005 - 1 min read
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Tis a Petrarchan sonnet. Gandalf and the Balrog Thongs of fire lashed at Tharkûn the Great,On the narrow pass of the dwarven bridge.He struggled on that precarious ridge,And still could ...
Bjorn - Dec 8, 2005 - 1 min read
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shadowed nights and slicing moonbeams opposite the scintillating sun a kalaidescope of yawning abysses and crystal caverns my heart skips beats as i recover beautiful memories that will again be ...
Skye - Dec 8, 2005 - 1 min read
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Before I put down my poem I want you to know that this is not the way I usually write poems and this was a just an experiment...and kind of ...
Kay Kay - Dec 8, 2005 - 2 min read
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Don’t. Handing me your plastic smiles, Don’t you have the decency to at least put them on a silver platter first? I know you have many to spare. Won’t. Showing ...
Superfreakazoid - Dec 8, 2005 - 1 min read
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“Hand me a glass of wine, my dear,” The scales on your wrists escape me. Ripple with me above the ground. How is it my head is as smoggy as ...
Superfreakazoid - Dec 8, 2005 - 2 min read
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You'll cry, you'll weep, you'll bawl in shame. When your school status falls, and theres nothing to blame. But You You say your friends are no longer your friends. And ...
Sponson Light - Dec 7, 2005 - 1 min read
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I miss the times when I had friends and could laugh at anything without caring I miss my life before this change And I miss talking to my "friends" And ...
Elizabeth - Dec 7, 2005 - 1 min read
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This is a free write I did last night How can I ever love you? With every selfish action that has hurt in so many ways. You never truly listen ...
marching_gurl89 - Dec 7, 2005 - 2 min read
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we go for a walk on an empty night. i meet him under an oak tree. the leaves are dying under a golden light. we sit on a cold brick ...
Chanson - Dec 7, 2005 - 1 min read
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There's a place where all My toughts flow A Place where all My feelings manage to go A Waistland deserted and all Alone A Waistland cold and all of My ...
Chandni - Dec 7, 2005 - 1 min read
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Now that Ieatworms has vacated the Society, I can post all my poems I've written about how terrible she made me feel. This is the most recent. The first time, ...
Ego - Dec 7, 2005 - 1 min read
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The title was rather appropiate...thanks for not naming it "I know what it tastes like". I liked "Nostalgia" a lot. I love how the first and second stanza blended together ...
Chevy - Dec 6, 2005 - 1 min read
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Zakei’s took off in a stoner’s hippie van, his only bag cow’s clothing, echo. A toothbrush, a bathing suit, some underwear a couple of twenty-dollar bills. His black trenchcoat, filled ...
ConvolutedEmpty - Dec 6, 2005 - 2 min read
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Glossy black on blinding white, Feathers gleam in moon-pale light, They shake white showers from the trees, Ravens ride the icy breeze. Blots of ink on a paper sheet, Purity ...
Fireweed - Dec 6, 2005 - 1 min read