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Aye, well. Criticism appreciated; I like the idea on this one, want to make it as good as possible. SAINT VALENTINE'S DAY MASSACRE Today I am the terrorist of love, ...
backgroundbob - Nov 21, 2006 - 2 min read
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Today I met a lady with pupils that bled, Not blood, but space That immeasurable void. They bled out down her face (her pupils that is) Past the gash of ...
Meta-Messiah - Nov 21, 2006 - 1 min read
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I'm not sure about this one, but it seems all right. her eyes began to water turning red from the pain it brought back memories of those who lost their ...
Loranys Gellantara - Nov 21, 2006 - 1 min read
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Flawless pale skin, Encasing a wild and crazy soul That leaks, Slowly but surely From the little slashes upon her wrist. A permanent crease, Above the eyebrows, (That tattletales on ...
Princess Prettie - Nov 21, 2006 - 1 min read
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Well I've always said your descriptions are well, and here you tend to prove that again, which you did, quite well indeed. I don't quite envy the whole structure here ...
Chandni - Nov 20, 2006 - 1 min read
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Yes, I'm back into writing poetry again - I've spent a long time reading other poetry, perfecting my style, and editing this poem. I hope it's better than my last ...
Revere - Nov 20, 2006 - 2 min read
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Will it ever occur to you, -figuratively speaking- the sundown, which saluts the massive damp, The radiance exposing that coral tint, shatters the navy atmosphere? Take notice By the horizon ...
Chandni - Nov 20, 2006 - 1 min read
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‘See that hill, the one hidden away, out of sight? If you sit and wait, quiet-like, watching till night, You might see something few have seen before, A rare vision ...
Chibi - Nov 20, 2006 - 4 min read
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I used to think the only way that time flew was to throw my alarm out the window. On those cold and bitter nights I wake to find My soft ...
Elizabeth - Nov 19, 2006 - 2 min read
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Okay, this is basically my first attempt at poetry. If it's bad, please tell me. If there is something I can fix, please tell me. A flake of impure white ...
Trident - Nov 19, 2006 - 1 min read
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Dear Mom, I can’t come home, Not yet, And I know you’re angry at me For just taking off Like I did, But I swear, Mom, I’m working things out, ...
carelessaussie13 - Nov 19, 2006 - 1 min read
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Lonely Write a poem that brings me warmth in december friends in a school day silence when I dream send me thoughts I can hold to phrases I can dwell ...
cymbeline_x - Nov 19, 2006 - 1 min read
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Poor supplicant begs at her master’s door for love; for she is tired and hungry, and one kind word will feed her for a month. Poor sorry girl, in bare ...
bubblewrapped - Nov 19, 2006 - 1 min read
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Look who is writing poetry again; ME! lamentation for priory girls give me your woven road, paper-daisy girl and your calloused-conclusions of devotion. he loves me, he loves me not...he ...
Caligula's Launderette - Nov 19, 2006 - 1 min read
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My dear, sweet Brooke Leighann So many times I've wished for your hand Your words were cruel but your touch was soft I’d give and I’d give but it was ...
rosethorn - Nov 19, 2006 - 1 min read