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Wow. This poem really didn't seem like you. Don't ask if that's good or bad because you know me...and I don't know. Heh, nice long titles...I'm gonna do that sometimes! ...

You people never cease to confuse me. All I wanted was to share my greatest happiness with you. I tell you about what I believe and how it has changed ...

glittering pink flower earrings, auburn plaits heated by the sun, café mascara hanging off long lashes are not enough to satisfy the serpent in me. i need holes in my ...

The crisp and snowy morning brought back All those memories of long ago Of white satin bows and daffodils Of church yards filled with song and Baby ducks in the ...

(Help me with the title people, I have a cold and I don't remember the vice president of Ranamajahjah's name. And help me with the ending and I'll try and ...

The Italian dining and teddy bears They were all a lie: your spell on me Or were they the truth that never spoke Mystery boy, I hate it when you ...

This was first lenghty poem ever, I am very proud of this piece. I hope you guys like it. I'm not sure if it will format the same way on ...

Lewis Carroll here I come... shatterglass glass shatters as the butterfly steeped in chaos theories beats against my window with a strumming sound the lyrics of his song scraped against ...

I really don't like the ending last two lines, so I'd like some feedback on how to make atleast those better. cheers CL Muse Muse Circle v.2 roving touches faint ...

This is what happens with not enough sleep and too much caffeine, this is brought to you by an allnighter. So if you don't understand it, thats just fine with ...

DarkHeart the one that knows my darkerside caged and calloused through time the one that follows me with eyes filled with hopeful tears of glass the one that holds me ...

Hm. I got it and I liked up until this part! Agh! "Don’t wave those white flag just yet don’t let it get so out of hand that I can’t ...

i woke up with you in my arms with a smile as wide as you on my face. do you remember when i won you when the stars were red ...

***i suppose it's sort of a story in a poem in a story in a poem*** frilled dresses look so pretty against skinny white legs twirling happily on sparkling marble ...

As I wait here Waiting for someone to come back And tell me that I’m loved That I’m still alive That I’m forgiven I still don’t know What yesterday will ...