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Water Water comes, Water goes. Water doesn’t stand still, It flows It makes me happy, It brings me joy. I sit at the edge, And write a song. A song ...
Someguy - Sep 23, 2007 - 1 min read
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Your eyes are bland. Like glass from sand. An overindulging temperance, a wicked thought of prudence. A virtue all the same. Patience as time drags on, my greatest quality is ...
Reyu - Sep 23, 2007 - 1 min read
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Ok, a word to the wise, this poem is cursed. If you read it something terrible might happen. (Or not) It murdered a spider and I'm sure it can do ...
Lindsaroo - Sep 23, 2007 - 2 min read
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Yes, my siggy is from this poem I wrote, just changed a bit. My first stab at two-lined poetry. Enjoy. Carpe Diem Sing and cry, for when you die, who ...
Evangelina - Sep 23, 2007 - 1 min read
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A Dying Diction Billows, screams, oozes of tattooed regret; a sun-gazer of proportions, I tread short steps, while deaf to concerned pleas, and turning a blind eye to the woe-begotten ...
Evangelina - Sep 23, 2007 - 1 min read
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Time Grain by grain and bit by bit, the sands of time slowly cascade… Tic Toc Tic Toc the clock tolls… To be taken for granted once again, just as ...
azure - Sep 22, 2007 - 1 min read
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A broken heart, in an almost fixed life. A thousand reasons to cry, not a single tear shed. A giver and a lover, for all her life. Bound to help ...
Alice - Sep 22, 2007 - 1 min read
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This was written for a school assignment. We were supposed to write a personal narrative piece of poetry based on the poem "Where I'm From" By Geore Ella Lyons. It's ...
Kylan - Sep 22, 2007 - 2 min read
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In ecru tanks they travel through the lands of roaring flax in arsenic search of machines that pump through crust hungrily. The thunder echoes: there is no rush of rain; ...
Gadi. - Sep 22, 2007 - 2 min read
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Editing.
Reyu - Sep 22, 2007 - 1 min read
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Just something silly, that I admit I didn't take seriously. I don't like writing poems that don't rhyme. Hehe ^^ Be nice. GingerLove ------ Lost remnants lay about the ground, ...
GingerLizzy - Sep 22, 2007 - 1 min read
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Not much to say. Really bored. A feeling I have a feeling, A feeling that I might die today. ‘I cant stand up. The pain.’ People say it is like, ...
Someguy - Sep 22, 2007 - 1 min read
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I'll be with the pill bottles, the scalpels, the nooses if you ever want to find me; I'll be looking at my rain-rippled reflection in the glass, a ghost of ...
biancarayne - Sep 22, 2007 - 1 min read
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This is my first poem I've posted on here. I'm not sure what you guys will think but here it is.... Accept Me So what if I’m not preppy? What’s ...
HarmonicWriting - Sep 22, 2007 - 1 min read
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Mezer - Sep 22, 2007 - 1 min read