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worgs - Oct 10, 2006 - 1 min read
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He is my savior, Jesus Christ the Lord. He held and comforted me, When times were bad. He gave me the courage and strength, To do what I needed, And ...
a_wolf123 - Oct 10, 2006 - 1 min read
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amazing *clapping my hands until they hurt.* Real good.... like the emotion.... deep
lexy - Oct 10, 2006 - 1 min read
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Letting your soul Invite breath into your body For years to come, you wish it was Eternal.... but it will end.
lexy - Oct 10, 2006 - 1 min read
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There are no limitations, To my celebrations of the coast. The water is smooth, And to prove it I can feel The soft as silk waves, I see a boy ...
lexy - Oct 10, 2006 - 1 min read
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The picture the eyes perceive; the skin deep cover an empty scaffold waiting to be filled. There is nothing there but pastel colours and botox emotions-- the cover up of ...
Jiggity - Oct 10, 2006 - 1 min read
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Pathetic on the cushions; I burn a hole into the rug and you, simply sinking deeper in quicksand security. Deathtrap: I'm not bothering to grapple across the miles between us. ...
xanthan gum - Oct 9, 2006 - 1 min read
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we drifted to nuances -- awoken in the moonlight, shades of corporeal in skeleton words; our minds gently electric - sparkled like ghosts, glazed with tangibility. we existed as one, ...
Firestarter - Oct 9, 2006 - 1 min read
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Slick Jimmy is SUCH a tool. -Slick Jimmy He's one of the crowd and speaks up aloud of things he may not understand. He's a tool of sorts but just ...
deleted - Oct 9, 2006 - 1 min read
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Note to all readers and critics! This poem is broken into the three parts. I rearranged the parts to place it in the way I wanted it to be read ...
VampX13 - Oct 9, 2006 - 3 min read
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“An Impending Fate” In three hundred years When trivial seem these fears Of global warming And a church reforming. When democracy falls And fire lines the halls. When the Monarch ...
Max McKali - Oct 9, 2006 - 1 min read
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My Blue Crayon committed suicide An ocean away from lonliness, I share in the plight of failure; I use my blue crayon to speak of solitude.
deleted - Oct 8, 2006 - 1 min read
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The blissfulness Of listlessness Lying in a sweet summer blanket Wrapped in heat and swarms Of honeyed sunbeams Requisites of helium Exploding infinitely Consuming endlessly Yearning slightly for Less
timjim77 - Oct 8, 2006 - 1 min read
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BohemeMistress - Oct 8, 2006 - 1 min read
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It is perhaps an inexplicable passion for self-improvement... that we possess. So give me your revolutionary writers with their lives cut too short Who serve to excite the immovable And ...
Dream Deep - Oct 8, 2006 - 1 min read