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  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Blured Lines
    7

    Lies and Truth Friends and Enemies Love and Hate What's the difference anymore? Two powerful emotions Two important groups of people Two stories The lines have become blurred Nobody knows ...

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    my_last_defence - Sep 30, 2005 - 1 min read

  • 5

    *This is a VERY rough draft. This is the first time I am writing this, so all the editing, thinking, contemplating, etc. is not done, yet. Thats why I need ...


    sabradan - Sep 29, 2005 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Deoderant
    11

    Sweaty Like Sunday mornings And coffee And sex Awakening beside A one-night stand Realizing it’s your cousin Sun dress Low cut to suit Her breasts Wonders why she’s raped Yes, ...


    xanthan gum - Sep 29, 2005 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Cup of Life
    5

    I sleep in coffee grinds and cigarette butts My daughter is in the bathroom making her cuts My son’s out on the front pouch with a bag of industrial glee ...


    xanthan gum - Sep 29, 2005 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    two-thousand-and-five-survive
    12

    broadcast the lie - conform, we try but it ends up broken orbit the planetary track elliptical emotional crap satellites will crash and our routine will break experimental burns easier ...


    Firestarter - Sep 29, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Clocks
    18

    Honest, brutal opnions wanted. Any forced rhyming, anything that doesn't seem to fit? I'll post some crits as soon as I can, I don't spend enough time in the lit ...


    Matt Bellamy - Sep 29, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    The melody of life
    9

    The melody of life Torn apart by the gust of rollicking wind Hanging like a twitched thread of a sail, Swaying to the command of the breeze, Dancing to the ...


    torsa_n_muse - Sep 29, 2005 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Light
    5

    Light O light! You were meant to kindle- The path of light with your flame, But you burn me from top to toe With desires over which, I should have ...


    torsa_n_muse - Sep 29, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    To love!
    8

    To love Every morning breaks through the fans, Of the palms quiet groves.The seaside fishermen return as, The lush waves summon.River twins the Padma and the Ganges,


    torsa_n_muse - Sep 29, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Distance
    7

    Distance Through the dusk, I staredGazed through the dawn.Through the night I whisperedMurmured through the morn.And listened to their song.‘n’ they all spoke of one thing that’s..Di


    torsa_n_muse - Sep 28, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Bereft
    6

    BEREFT THE FATIGUE OF ETERNAL WAITOVERRIDES THE BENT FOR LOVE;AND I THE BRIDE OF THE AGE’S FERRYMAN, STAND TODAY BEREFT.I HAVE SWALLOWED THE THIRST, AND MY VOICE IS CRACKED, CANNOT ...


    torsa_n_muse - Sep 28, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Morning Tide
    4

    Enduring slander by peers As it endures Tripping over lips As smooth as 24/7 sexual activity With the mailman Hug and kisses And pen marks Battle each other to the ...


    xanthan gum - Sep 27, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    wish you were there
    3

    You say it's a communication breakdown but I know you feel better when I'm not around... The red light is flashing all over your face I can tell you want ...


    Firestarter - Sep 27, 2005 - 1 min read

  • 7

    The emphasis is on sound, so you should use my pronunciation guide, and read the piece out loud. Renior= Ren-wah; Manet= Mah-nay; Monet= Moe-nay; Courbet= Core-bay; Cassatt: Cah-saw-t; Seine=Senn; Cez


    A.O. Avalon - Sep 27, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    experimental
    10

    PART I translucent smoke lucid dreaming in red rose haze voices the colour of tinted glass and eyes that reflect light mirrors PART II I say to you With all ...


    Galatea - Sep 27, 2005 - 1 min read


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