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  • Poetry » Other
    Rant
    3

    Nothing ever changes Nothing ever moves I swim around in circles In the same old lifeless room And talk about the mirror man The whispers in my ear again The ...


    Rincewind - Sep 6, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    I love it. I mean you.
    3

    Let me forget let me forget Or let me go let me go I'll keep it quiet as a whisper I'll keep it low low low Never The biggest word ...


    Rincewind - Sep 6, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Black Tail.
    4

    We move like cagey tigers, oh We couldn’t get closer that this The way we talk The way we walk The way we stalk The way we hiss We slip ...


    Rincewind - Sep 6, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    first poem in a looooooong time
    3

    Sometimes, the faintest candlelight is the best protection everyone knows that monsters can’t survive in the light. if you want you can hide under the blankets with me, that’s cool ...


    Misty - Sep 6, 2005 - 1 min read

  • 10

    Who do you think you are anyway? You think I got problems! Just cause my hair is blue and purple And there’s metal stuff sticking out of my face Don’t ...


    Tríona - Sep 6, 2005 - 1 min read

  • 2

    [color=red] [/color]*~*Preach'en Da Truth*~* F*** you and your criticism. Deep within you, is what my eyes can see. Continuously, you go against me and try to cut me from my ...


    Ladee - Sep 6, 2005 - 2 min read

  • 87

    You can all go fuck yourselves. In fact, you can fuck yourself up your asses. Take your foot, insert in ass, far enough to taste your own fucking toe jam, ...


    QiGuaiGongFu - Sep 6, 2005 - 2 min read

  • 1

    Anything but “i” in Francais. By: Tyl r F in r A tiny thing which haunts my words. A drug with which I talk to birds. A lucky mark on ...


    Rincewind - Sep 5, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Untitled Poem for Robert C.
    3

    Very beautiful and inspiring as always, Brad... even if it's on the short side. "it still plays for you, but you get so discouraged" I can't quite put my finger ...

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    Bazoo - Sep 5, 2005 - 1 min read

  • 5

    There Used To Be A Word For This. She was a statue, aesthetic and nothing more, waiting to be granted a pedestal. Inanimate when it came to finding her own, ...


    Ohio Impromptu - Sep 5, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Falling into new depths
    6

    and what feels like eternity will be discarded when no more timetables are issued and no more forced words are written; light winds will blow away cut hair and the ...


    Firestarter - Sep 4, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    The path before me
    2

    A pathway to where? Will I experience its meandering way? Someone has before gained its wisdom, it is well tended, well tread. Soon I will know what is around the ...


    Empress Kat - Sep 4, 2005 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Sown pains
    2

    The daily harvest of those bad days. Selected and pulled clean from my skin. Reaching up, a mason jar removed from it’s keep. Hard enough to reach, but simple to ...

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    Starshine - Sep 4, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Convalescence
    3

    Still as good as when I read it on AIM, but it pales in comparison to Stung.


    Sam - Sep 3, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    NURS 233 (Stung)
    4

    'He’s thinking in another language now, hitch-hiker thumb jerking toward the city spilled from its grid. ' That was brilliant. The clash of orderliness and spontanaeity...nice, man. Loads of people ...


    Sam - Sep 3, 2005 - 1 min read


“Such nonsense!" declared Dr Greysteel. "Whoever heard of cats doing anything useful!" "Except for staring at one in a supercilious manner," said Strange. "That has a sort of moral usefulness, I suppose, in making one feel uncomfortable and encouraging sober reflection upon one's imperfections.”
— Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell