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  • Poetry » Lyrical
    the price is right
    4

    I've broken many nails over you that I've not bothered to fix because you wouldn't notice if I did and I'd love to see that smile of yours, the one ...


    Caligula's Launderette - Sep 26, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    we will dance
    6

    two random people get pushed together and one runs scared of what together they could be. what is it about the future that frightens me so i can hardly breathe, ...


    bluecows - Sep 26, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    up my dosage, would ya?
    6

    please, take out my heart, and replace it with an empty chest cavity. i would rather not feel anything at all, than torment of a heartless lust. like skeleton fingers, ...

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    inyourdirtiestpants - Sep 26, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    placebo
    4

    out of neuralgia's dark hotness (sweating and retching), darling i demur all night, except at your contigent contours. i smoulder and smudge tears into blood. were your soporific stories only ...


    Liz - Sep 26, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Fade Away
    9

    Fade Away You just had to do it You couldn't stop You had to cause his body to drop The last thing you heard was a muffled thud Now he's ...

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    PinsandNeetles - Sep 25, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Immortality
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    SolisCookies - Sep 25, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Living in the Shadows
    5

    I run toward the light, Always pushing toward the edge of the darkness, Looking for a chance to be seen, A chance to finally step out of the shadow that ...


    soccerfreak2516 - Sep 25, 2005 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Do You See?
    6

    Do You See? When you look into the mirror, on your special day, won’t you please tell me, what can you see? Do you see what the world sees? The ...


    forest_ofthe_nightingale - Sep 25, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Payday
    9

    PaydayPayday comes around againBut Only Once a weekI'm sitting staring thinkingWhys the world so bleakPayday comes around againOnly the Sixty quidThe bank just ate my credit cardI think i'll make ...


    Turismo212 - Sep 25, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    An Angel For Me
    6

    An Angel For Me The light shined through her beautiful hair, Gorgeous and talented, her skin so fair. My child, my angel, and still to this day, She's beautiful and ...

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    amoerizzle - Sep 25, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Someday
    4

    Someday I smile; I nod, I say everything's okay. Hoping I can get the courage, To tell the truth someday. You look deep in my eyes, And still can't see ...

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    amoerizzle - Sep 25, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Running
    2

    Running I'm running from the pain, The pain that's deep inside. Sitting in the rain, Tears running from my eyes. Your words hurt me more, Than your burdensome trust. I ...

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    amoerizzle - Sep 25, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Connected
    2

    Dear, give me some different words Another speech, another form To flow throughout my body While I connect my eyes with yours It’s an inspiring feeling A jolt-shock of sugary ...


    xanthan gum - Sep 25, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Leisure to Dream
    4

    My first poetry post on this site...let me know what you think. These minutes that amble by slowly Give me leisure to do the same As I daydream of your ...

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    Once Upon A Dream - Sep 25, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Memories
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    SolisCookies - Sep 24, 2005 - 1 min read


The idea that a poem was a made thing stayed with me, and I decided then that I wanted to be an artist, not just a diarist. So I put myself through a kind of apprenticeship in writing poetry, and I understood even then that my practice as a poet was deeply related to my reading.
— Edward Hirsch