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It is in all of us and it lurks and it searches for you... And it's always there and it watches you while you sleep as the hands on the ...
Elizabeth - Oct 1, 2006 - 1 min read
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Love is like honey. Thick, sweet and sometimes sticky. It can hit you at anytime of you life, Yet you may never realize it. It comes in many forms: friendship, ...
cathy - Oct 1, 2006 - 1 min read
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I'm just waiting Sitting contemplating My thoughts resting in my head. An adventure has opened its doors to me, Waiting for me to come in. Yet all I can think ...
cathy - Oct 1, 2006 - 1 min read
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Somewhere I remember My very distant home. It has been there forever It's beauty still it shows. The water lapping to it, Cold fresh and salty taste, Contains fish of ...
cathy - Oct 1, 2006 - 1 min read
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Fear of life, I've never known. Scared of love, I've never shown. Today this will end. and I will be free, For now on my love, I'll let you love ...
Slowlyfaded - Sep 30, 2006 - 1 min read
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La Méduse* hands clean, [fingers clean]- homologous spike structures signal licking the universe, plummeting into an orange fulmination with glow-tinted-green extremities. a bath of sulfur and phosph
Caligula's Launderette - Sep 30, 2006 - 2 min read
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Had to delete it due to the rules of a contest I entered this poem in... sorry!
Fand - Sep 30, 2006 - 1 min read
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i loved this poem... i can't say you need to improve because right now i'm caring for a robot baby but i'll be sure to comment more thouroughly later. I ...
Elizabeth - Sep 30, 2006 - 1 min read
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Rural landscape steams by; smoke sticks to the glass, Too quiet here for noise or fuss. Or shallow thought. Lawn laid out like a thousand picnic spreads, 'Cept now your ...
Remember - Sep 30, 2006 - 1 min read
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An Ode to Divorce, a.k.a Wendy’s Last Poem -SlickJimmy I feel so sad Because I did not learn I feel so ashamed Because I did not learn I am so ...
deleted - Sep 29, 2006 - 1 min read
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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