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  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Thought I'd try again
    12

    My last poem wasn't greatly received, so here goes. Take away my freedom Lock me in a box Keep me against my will With a thousand locks Do you even ...


    Beware - Thu Nov 25, 2004 2:09 pm

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Indigo
    14

    It sits there like a photograph, a still life painted in the corners of my mind. Leaning closer, I brush aside the cobwebs and taste the colours on my fingertips; ...


    bubblewrapped - Thu Nov 25, 2004 5:59 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    My Existence
    6

    I walk alone. My existence-- Means nothing. My very human, Has been forgotten, My utter existence, Doesn't count anymore. When they go counting, They exclude me. I don't amount, So ...


    Chevy - Thu Nov 25, 2004 3:18 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Gone
    6

    And I was just wondering-- Where have you gone? It was just the other day, It was you I relied on. But now, you've gone, And I don't understand. Now ...


    Chevy - Thu Nov 25, 2004 2:57 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    I have dreams
    9

    I just wanna get by but I have dreams higher than the sky I feel I can be me anything I want to be but its everything 'round me that ...


    Dreami - Thu Nov 25, 2004 1:31 am

  • Poetry » Other
    Jilly (may offend)
    11

    I was in a club, the music was loud,When this girl stood out from the crowd.She had one leg and soft red hair,They called her Jilly, the nymphomanic leper.She grooved ...

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    darko - Wed Nov 24, 2004 8:49 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    DEAR MUM
    16

    Mum, I've made a big mistake,I've took on more than I can take,I've scrapped my plans,Failed my exams,I can't see my future anymore.Mum, I've forgotten how to hope,I'm drinking loads ...

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    darko - Wed Nov 24, 2004 8:36 pm

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    He swigs on his can, watching out for the Merc, Another client telling his wife he's been held back at work. His spouce sits legs crossed, in PVC boots, Needing ...

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    darko - Tue Nov 23, 2004 6:48 pm

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Quiet Obsession
    15

    Quiet Obsession Kyle Pate For Lauren Mannis The bridges we cross the roads we take. The cliché names we give our fate. Things I think about in the shower. And ...

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    lequack - Tue Nov 23, 2004 5:41 pm

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Innocence
    8

    There was talk of connection, There were bowed heads and sighs. There was talk of deception, Yet I could see through the lies. There was talk of abduction, There were ...

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    darko - Tue Nov 23, 2004 2:59 pm

  • Poetry » Other
    Walking Through Fire
    8

    Burning and scorching me, My skin is etching away, Permanent scars and bruises will forever remain, I try to prevent the flames, But they continue to keep spreading, Fire is ...


    Chevy - Tue Nov 23, 2004 2:03 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    My Love
    9

    These are my feelings. That is my answer. Please no harsh dealings. Don't spear like a lancer. I have my heart for you. I trust you above all. No more ...


    InnerTurmoil - Tue Nov 23, 2004 8:05 am

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    It s like a morning with no sun, Like a bank containing no money, A millionaire living in poverty. Or like a book enclosing no pages, It s a like ...


    Chevy - Mon Nov 22, 2004 3:28 pm

  • Poetry » Other
    Scented
    16

    Elegant. you called me that day you said I smelled like silk does silk smell? wafting at you as you walk d'you inhale and think mmmmm silk. Like others sniff ...


    Myriadne - Mon Nov 22, 2004 4:48 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    How Come?
    11

    How Come? A Song of a Black Boy in 1953 How come my skin is brown? And how come his is white? How come of I disrespect him, He wants ...


    Chevy - Sun Nov 21, 2004 11:24 pm


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