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As I stare across the ocean, an endless bound. I ask myself a question one I have sought. A purpose to life, and a reason to death. The sun goes ...
piepiemann22 - Jan 11, 2007 - 1 min read
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i need some help on thinking of a better title but here is the poem -------------------------------- Here I sit ignored each day. Who am I to be seen. I wait ...
judi_patootie - Jan 11, 2007 - 2 min read
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It torture me when I think of you And I feel nothing but pain and sorrow Mental pictures of you in different times stored in my mind Memories haunt me ...
futurestar - Jan 11, 2007 - 2 min read
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What has this World Become? One of us dies Another one lies What has this world become? We commit the crime But can never do the time What has this ...
Kinsley - Jan 11, 2007 - 1 min read
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Between flickers of an unearthly dance Captivating all who stare, entranced; It wildly frays, battles and swoops, Stepping time to cryptic, crackling tatoos. Like a tiger's eye the flames sweep ...
BFG - Jan 10, 2007 - 1 min read
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Plea of Moments past, what weakness gives us My short tandem of reality, unmolded by words, forever swaying my trust gets portrayed as a vision by the little people, in ...
Jess_14 - Jan 10, 2007 - 1 min read
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Broken Mother When I'm about to walk into a disaster, I know what's to become of it. For even the greatest amateur artists are cursed, With the gift of keeping ...
Jess_14 - Jan 10, 2007 - 1 min read
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I try to make you understand My pain, the ache throbbing inside I try to say it out loud You shun me and go to sleep I scream and scream ...
Samar - Jan 10, 2007 - 1 min read
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Unwanted, Empty locker room - cold You can hear the crowd cheering, and you feel all alone. No one to look for you, but not that you deserve. Still wouldn't ...
Jess_14 - Jan 10, 2007 - 1 min read
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I can't feel your soft touch I can't see your green eyes I can't hear your angelic voice I am dead inside I miss your hugs I miss your love ...
Lindsaroo - Jan 9, 2007 - 1 min read
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“Let’s try this one more time with feeling” A utopia of artists that yearn and ache, swoon and paint in scarlet hues, erratic slashes at the dripping canvas. The poet ...
Cameron - Jan 9, 2007 - 1 min read
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once it's the new year, it's all over sitting in a crowded waffle house just off the interstate. and everyone's saying, "hey, it's been raining all year" as the drunk ...
Chevy - Jan 9, 2007 - 2 min read
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City of Bridges She always expects surprise, even here, in the rows of corn and wheat.
Cade - Jan 8, 2007 - 1 min read
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Right well, I keep wanting to write a poem so, i did. I would appreciate some useful feedback on this, please if you don't like it just put 'scrap it' ...
miyaviloves - Jan 8, 2007 - 1 min read
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A simpleton once tricked himself And thought that he could read. He read himself to death And 'ventually did become a seed. In that lifeless form the seed began to ...
Cornelius_Quinnsomer - Jan 7, 2007 - 1 min read