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Innocence is beautiful Dishonesty is ugly. Perfection is fantasy Imperfection is human. Success is an achievement Failure is a life lesson. Ambition is determination Goals are aspirations. There is no

EDIT: ok, so this is the edited version. i'm still working on it, but it's getting there: Failure I'm sitting on my bed And letting the rain come Let it ...

Forever Faithful Boats are a sailors best friend, faithful and true Risking life on end for its master and crew. Facing and fighting raging storms on misty seas, Being held ...

The stars. They are the moment, The future and the past. They shine on you from heaven And forever last. The moment is the future, The past just melts away. ...

WARNING: If you're offended by curse words, don't read this. “Left” By K.J. Hascall 9/24/06 There’s a dusty cloud following my car, bouncing up and down on the washboard road. ...

You can fight for your country Make your neighbours proud, Go and win them over, The war you have found. Do you have the strength To go out there and ...

Here's one of my newer poems, hope you enjoy! Like the wind I wander Into a darkened yonder Like the wind I cry Into a deep dark sky Like the ...

A pool of invisible fire glowing embers of soft sleepy fur curly and fuzzy and wrinkled and small, oh so small. A tail that doesn't quite touch a wet button ...

Hey, guys: I know it's been a while since I wrote anything. I don't know, it's just kind of hard to get motivation for it, somehow - when I look ...

Woe is me, woe is me, Life has been unfair to thee, A warm house, a full belly; I have it bad, can’t you see? A leather throne upon I ...

3 years since I saw you 3 years since you cared 3 years since I hugged you Are you really still there? You were in my memory For years after ...

Envious thief, he bleeds his cries, for, ever after, his echoes reverberate in our walls. Our affection's sealed with embraces, yet implicit love falls short of grateful reception. Razor blades ...

The Fountain Her solitary eyes weep miserably. Her sorrowful, tear streaked face Peers around the vacant park, Seeking a passerby to help her to her feet. Yet, seeing that she ...

the taxi smells of air freshner and smoke, sweat, beer. it is dark and private, like falling into another world. silence reigns. the taximan is uninterested and absorbed in something ...

something is going to happen soon. i wait for it on the street corner, smoking cigarettes. trying to blow smoke rings. letting my fingers go numb. it's funny how aware ...