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  • Poetry » Other
    Farewell, My Love
    5

    Your harsh screams pierce the night like blades, leaving scars and slowly bleeding you dry, my love. Dry. Unlike the fateful storm that has swept you away, my love- Lost ...


    iQuippie - Sep 4, 2007 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Painting
    5

    White water whisking gently by Your embracing arms and open smile. Kneeling down upon the earth, As I watch you far away and idly by. I take your life and ...


    sezPez - Sep 3, 2007 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Our Beach
    13

    Our Beach Bring your children to our critical beach. Release them. Let them wander through the grains of scorching sand and wade through waist high water. Observe these stones scattered ...


    Rydia - Sep 3, 2007 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Wet Flower
    6

    A swaying blade ponders and rears (reflecting a divine heart-shaped face a widow’s peak slicing down forehead and looming over shells of white and blue) to crudely divide a sliver ...


    apeva - Sep 3, 2007 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    He loves her
    11

    You stand there With his arm around you. You’re stupid, child And a fool. Can’t you see That he loves her? And you’re just there To fill in the holes. ...


    Lindsaroo - Sep 3, 2007 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    My Marine
    10

    I lie on the couch watching the curtains move slowly; my eyes are the only sense that I can trust now. I cannot feel him there anymore, I cannot hear ...


    Knurla - Sep 2, 2007 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Compared
    10

    I know the rhyme is screwed up every other stanza and in the last stanza. I meant to do that!!!!! Compared Perfect girl, perfect smile Everything I could never be ...


    crewgurl93 - Sep 2, 2007 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Patience.
    6

    I'm waiting. Patience is a virtue, He told me. I'm hoping. Wondering if I'll survive, All alone. I'm praying. That he'll come back, One day. I'm wishing. Everything will turn ...


    GingerLizzy - Sep 2, 2007 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Christmas Colors
    2

    red knuckles blister and pop, (white bone and whiplash) longing to knead calluses in fleshy whores, harvests of wheat and cherries and lips. but these last few weeks will grind ...


    xanthan gum - Sep 2, 2007 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    The four stages of inflammation
    10

    ...I guess I just dont get it. The words are pretty enough, but I don't see the connection. L1 of S1, however, was excellent. A great start!


    Evangelina - Sep 2, 2007 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Love's Last Wish
    13

    My nameless beauty, So polite so strong, Some wish her grief, I wish her love, I tell her to tell me her wish, Fore I shall grant it, She whispers ...


    Firearris - Sep 2, 2007 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    she whispered winter
    6

    she whispers winter in the land across the sea she whispered winter deep her roots planted, reaching, touching bark and skin all mixed within oil, splinters, the joy of feeling ...


    Evangelina - Sep 1, 2007 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    What's left to do?
    3

    Up to this point, not one regret Stay confused, lost in mindset What's left to do? whats the next step? Out of everything, what's left? So empty, so drained, what ...

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    write_ma_hustle - Sep 1, 2007 - 2 min read

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    Animal hide, stretched to seal the void and stained with cockroach inners and maroon hues, is stitched through with threads of rutted branch. Delve, I dare say delve, into the ...


    apeva - Sep 1, 2007 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Venomous Attraction
    7

    Venomous Attraction The poison escapes your lips And encircles mine Threatening to enter The fumes envelop me Making me woozy Unraveling my inhibitions And revealing my insecurities The venom enters ...


    ATragicLoveStory - Sep 1, 2007 - 1 min read


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