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  • Poetry » Narrative
    Gone
    6

    Gone No one really knew him, No one really cared. That's why he's gone now, 'Cause life he couldn't bear. You taunted him; you teased, While he just walked on ...

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    amoerizzle - Sep 24, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    First Snow
    9

    First Snow You see the clouds come rolling, As they rustle into town. The clouds begin exploding, As the snow falls to the ground. You get a sudden chill, As ...

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    amoerizzle - Sep 24, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Autumn
    5

    AutumnOne night I grabbed a jarAnd took it on outsideI let air fill up in itThen sealed it up real tightLater on that nightWhile lieing in my bedI grabbed the ...

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    amoerizzle - Sep 24, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Our Love
    9

    LoveYour love, your giftSo pure and trueHas given to meThe best of youYour strength and courageFill me with prideI'll love and cherish you'Till the day that I dieMy love, my ...

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    amoerizzle - Sep 24, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    One Last Kiss
    4

    One Last KissOf all the word unspoken,And all the thoughts unthought.Of all the hearts it's broken,And all the pain it's brought.Of all the lies you told,And all my shattered dreams.Of ...

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    amoerizzle - Sep 24, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Perfect
    3

    PerfectIf it weren't for you,I'd be perfect.If you weren't here,I'd have someone on my side.If I had never met you,Never said hi;I'd know what it was like,To love and be ...

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    amoerizzle - Sep 24, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    His Guitar (needs crit)
    5

    He struck a chord when he played those chords My mind went racing back Spinning through time, and whirring colours Blue then pink, red than black I crashed back down ...


    Sophie - Sep 24, 2005 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    To My Father
    7

    To My Father A small boy, looking up sees his father smiling down and he knows that he is loved. For his heart is of golden affection and diamond love. ...

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    timjim77 - Sep 24, 2005 - 1 min read

  • 3

    Content with His Mediocre Life Content with my mediocre life The day flew past my reality Into the great expanse that is A dream. And it is within This sphere ...

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    timjim77 - Sep 24, 2005 - 1 min read

  • 7

    When Time Passes with Quiet Feet When time passes with quiet feet, And the marrow of the earth, Calls out its dismal retreat, And returns to dust in marching beat, ...

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    timjim77 - Sep 24, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    The Pouring out of my heart
    5

    The rain is coming down so hard, Pouring through my heart, Trying to fill the holes, That were left behind. The rain pours through it, Harder each time, Runs right ...


    kutestuff003 - Sep 23, 2005 - 1 min read

  • 20

    Portrait I was all mouth at first- A fleshy ring of anxious need- Insatiable. I hatched a belly to gorge And poked a hollow navel to remind that I am ...


    Ieatworms - Sep 23, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Lost and Forgotten
    6

    I'm a seascape you painted Look closely, amid the blues and greens You'll see a part of your soul, lost in the waves Yet you've put me aside, lost and ...


    mystical*dragons - Sep 23, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Only A Test
    2

    Readied guns with bayonets, Sky's darkening seam. Fingers ready and all was set. Everyone's eyes a gleam. Rockets flared up and down they ran, Down the hill, and towards the ...

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    Sponson Light - Sep 22, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Forget Foucault
    2

    Better, but too personal. To the casual observer, many of your images don't connect. Not as charming a tactic as it seems. The seperate phrases and images were nice, they ...


    faith - Sep 22, 2005 - 1 min read


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It is only a novel... or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best-chosen language
— Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey