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He bound and gagged me Tied me to the chair Then he walked away Leaving me in hunger and pain He ruled me. I could only eat when he let ...
niteowl - Nov 30, 2004 - 2 min read
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Something stirring deep within Calling forth desire And I wander away Following some unknown call To an unknown land To an unknown man And an unknown heart Somewhere off in ...
Galatea - Nov 30, 2004 - 1 min read
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Okay, I did this in a bit of a rush so go easy on me... it sounds better if you say it aloud though. Why the sorrow, why the pain? ...
-KayJuran- - Nov 30, 2004 - 1 min read
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Ok, writing poems is not my strong point, I'm not that good at them but I want to improve, so feel free to voice any suggestions about this poem. War ...
dele24 - Nov 29, 2004 - 1 min read
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Wait a sec - was this it? I drift away through honey There is music in my ears Smiles plastered on a heart That used to wear my tears I’m ...
bubblewrapped - Nov 29, 2004 - 1 min read
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Nervous and tense outside.But inside there is peace,An oasis of hope for a thirsty soul.Like a butterfly suspended on a petal.Outside, eyes pricked for any sign of danger.But inside, peaceful ...
Skye - Nov 29, 2004 - 1 min read
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You. You planted the ember of white-hot anger inside me. You fanned it to life, Feeding it with an almost imperceptible breeze. Slowly, the fire grew. Now it is a ...
Skye - Nov 29, 2004 - 1 min read
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I drifted deeper and deeper into my soul. Folds of it swept over me, Rocking me softly to sleep. As I loitered on the edge of consciousness, I thought I ...
Skye - Nov 29, 2004 - 1 min read
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I was experimenting with structure here, and the result was something very...odd. Unfortunately the forum wont let me post it like it's intended to be written - it reads better ...
bubblewrapped - Nov 29, 2004 - 1 min read
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I wrote this at midnight last night, after one of those thoughts that sometimes resolves itself into a poem around the witching hour. Its not brilliant, but I like the ...
bubblewrapped - Nov 29, 2004 - 1 min read
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No One Is a nobody But not everyone Is a somebody. And I dedicate this poem, For the ones who killed, At Columbine High School.
Chevy - Nov 29, 2004 - 1 min read
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how can you love someone who yields so easily to the crush of your body pushing her backwards, posing her into seductive shapes on your dirty sheets. who submitted, so ...
faith - Nov 28, 2004 - 1 min read
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First off, I wasn't exactly sure where to put here it is. I don't like to title things, so this'll probably end up without one. One more thing, if you're ...
Galatea - Nov 28, 2004 - 2 min read
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I walk through the Hall The Hall of 100 Mirrors. In each one I see A different side of me Even though they're all the same. In one, who I ...
niteowl - Nov 28, 2004 - 1 min read
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They will fight today They will fight tommarow All the while Their expressions full of sorrow As the enemy nears but a thousand paces The soldiers hold their ground keeping ...
Norrin - Nov 26, 2004 - 2 min read