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    He sat with his head in his hands, wondering if he would ever feel whole, Thinking on what he had lost, and what he had never gained, He sat with ...


    Soldier boy jack - Nov 9, 2006 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    he is asleep
    8

    A: Andy shh he is asleep S: Silently he walked out of the room L: lets think about what he might be dreaming about E:Emerdales on t.v though E:Emerdale? Emerdale? ...


    Soldier boy jack - Nov 9, 2006 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    the cat
    10

    sleeping, napping, dozing off, if you want the best seat in the house... you will have to move the cat.


    Soldier boy jack - Nov 9, 2006 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    The Tiger
    8

    the tiger hunts in dence grass, waiting to pounce, a small antellope is her prey, she pounces on the antellope, the antellope is dead, she drags her prey back to ...


    Soldier boy jack - Nov 9, 2006 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    (Untitled)
    9

    A lovers heart; Cut open. The serrated blade, drowned in blood. A lovers hand; Balled into a fist. Teeth grinding, Blood shot eye's. A lovers face; is frowning. a look ...


    lexy - Nov 9, 2006 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    My favourite things
    8

    A crisp Autumn morning, with a chill in the air. I wrap my scarf arond me tighter. The crunch of the leaves, a colourful display. Like a sunset in the ...


    lexy - Nov 9, 2006 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    In spirit and soul
    4

    *In memory of 2 of my friends who died last year after being swept away at Lulworth Cove*(November 4th 2005) -R.I.P- The sea had cruel intentions On that fateful day, ...


    lexy - Nov 9, 2006 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Bully
    9

    Mock me, Tease and manipulate me. I don't care. Control me, Possess and trick me. I'll close my eyes while you stare. You think you're stronger? The malice in your ...


    lexy - Nov 9, 2006 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Traveling Light
    14

    Traveling Light This is what you wanted it’s exactly what you dreamed, but it feels like something’s wrong… not as perfect as it seemed. Sometimes you feel like you’re so ...


    Via - Nov 8, 2006 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Fabled Emperor
    7

    Living on the hills But ruling silently. Watching his kingdom Survive beneath his hooves. No crown of gold Lies upon his head. Or cloth around his shoulder For he is ...


    RoxanneR - Nov 8, 2006 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Thirteen
    6

    You spent hours making sure you hair was just so and now - this is it! First Disco! your dad drops you around the corner, you wait 'til he leaves, ...


    Chanson - Nov 8, 2006 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Savior Of My Life
    4

    Every time i see you I can't help but to stare The whole room lights up And my heart starts to repair But every time I see you I can't ...


    jumping_jacks142 - Nov 7, 2006 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    black roses
    9

    Black roses ___________ It's true You reap what you sew And all I have to show Is a black rose garden Everyone Morns the black roses Beautyfuly dangerus looking But ...


    Krystalstars - Nov 7, 2006 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    fade away
    7

    That spotlight turns my way It's just another day I wear the painted makeup Of a world that sold me out I turn around Begin my dance I just want ...


    Krystalstars - Nov 7, 2006 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    nameless whisper
    5

    Nameless whisper _______________ Am I just nothing? A shadow A flicker of light Shining Bright Then being put out These days it feels as though I'm just a nameless whisper ...


    Krystalstars - Nov 7, 2006 - 1 min read


"The trouble with Borrowing another mind was, you always felt out of place when you got back to your own body, and Granny was the first person ever to read the mind of a building. Now she was feeling big and gritty and full of passages. 'Are you all right?' Granny nodded, and opened her windows. She extended her east and west wings and tried to concentrate on the tiny cup held in her pillars."
— Terry Pratchett, Discworld: Equal Rites