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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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Removed due to publication.
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
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I don't do poetry - I've tried in the past, and failed. I just seem to have lots of trouble doing it (and have lots of respect for those who ...
Sureal - Oct 8, 2006 - 2 min read
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The world must be different, for those who can do the splits. Spread their legs around the world. In Tokyo, I see a foot. In Canada, I see an eye. ...
Sgt.Pepper - Oct 8, 2006 - 1 min read
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Is It Real? Tied: To be bound. I can't escape emotions. They haunt me. They stalk me. They watch me. But it isn't as if they're living in my dreams. ...
VampX13 - Oct 8, 2006 - 1 min read
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Little did she know, She had a friend in me. Little did I know, That- she could see.
mer - Oct 8, 2006 - 1 min read
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I wrote this when I was still 12... So when I was 12 I believed that stanzas had to be certian amount of lines, adn this was during the time ...
Elizabeth - Oct 8, 2006 - 7 min read
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None of it makes sense anymore. When cons start outweighing pros, and hope becomes a screaming infant tied to a stick and beaten repeatedly against the concrete sidewalk, and every ...
BarrettBenedict - Oct 7, 2006 - 1 min read
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There once was a tissue named Bradley Who could only do things quite sadly. He snuffled and moaned And bickered and groaned And got thrown away quite gladly.
Snoink - Oct 7, 2006 - 1 min read