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  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Andrew--True Story
    8

    The reality of the darkness I feel was found in your eyes, From two years ago until now. Things will never be the same. Racing up and down the parking ...


    Chevy - Sat Feb 05, 2005 8:51 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Heaven
    8

    I wrote two versions of Heaven, please tell me which one you like better. Heaven 1 The way the angels took me there, The way they spoke, Their words their ...


    hekategirl - Sat Feb 05, 2005 2:15 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Trapped In A Memory
    10

    Running, Running away from something, But I don't know what it is, It seems i'm running from nothing, But I can see it behinde me, As if it wants me ...


    hekategirl - Thu Feb 03, 2005 8:57 pm

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Give a Boy a Gun (MAY OFFEND)
    7

    There's no place to start, Excepting the ending maybe, Where you're sure to feel the impact. There's no one to talk to, Except the tombstone maybe, But you wouldn't get ...


    Chevy - Thu Feb 03, 2005 3:23 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    To My Muse
    2

    To My Darling Muse Flame, my tormentor, stalker, taunter, You are just out of reach, Stretched and jeering face, I see you in the shadows, I see you in my ...


    Sabine - Thu Feb 03, 2005 7:02 am

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Reisen
    6

    Just a little something that I wrote in German class when we were doing poetry. The translation is at the bottom but you should try reading the German first even ...


    -KayJuran- - Wed Feb 02, 2005 12:15 pm

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Whispers and Wine and Wishes
    5

    The last few days have been a blur Of wine-soaked dreams, Of touches in the haze of drunkenness, A conversation where the last few words were whispered Where my fumbling ...


    Tessitore - Wed Feb 02, 2005 2:18 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    sweet fallacy
    15

    smiling is the world's language, expressive joy and happiness. when you look at me, do you see the same ecstasy or a sad masquerade, a powerful distraction so nobody notices ...


    Firestarter - Tue Feb 01, 2005 4:57 pm

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    falsettos
    3

    she wears her blood like peach juice on her white sleeve, like the soft sponge of baby skin, creased like melting snow. i wear my blood like beetroot on my ...


    Liz - Tue Feb 01, 2005 7:53 am

  • Poetry » Other
    Tickle-Me Elmos
    7

    I couldn't think of another title, so, that's why it's called Tickle-Me Elmos. Her scuffed black Adidas, inclosing numb feet, The obtrusive blue apron tied tightly around her waste. Her ...


    Chevy - Mon Jan 31, 2005 11:58 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    burn my memories
    9

    stood by the fireplace the letters the messages the pictures the hope all of the love grasped in my hands, waiting to be burnt. i falter that dead end refusing ...


    Firestarter - Mon Jan 31, 2005 6:01 pm

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    "resistance is futile" your post-it-note smile reminds me - I haven't unpacked and my scarf is still on the floor. I'd put it off but you've written it in blue ...


    marzipan - Mon Jan 31, 2005 4:00 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    2:04
    4

    It was supposed to be a picture in the sunset two hands in public laughter and silence hushed voices in the dark at nowhere o'clock you did not want this ...

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    VariousUndine - Sun Jan 30, 2005 9:05 am

  • Poetry » Narrative
    The Perfect (MAJOR CHANGES)
    12

    She was lost at the bottom of her bed--her sanctuary-- As she stared across at the poster-filled wall That had been there for years. Sitting there, year after year, thinking ...


    Chevy - Sun Jan 30, 2005 12:00 am

  • 20

    paranoid thoughts in tow, i watch the world fill up with snow, and feel the nervous twitches flow. mind still reeling from the blow, is mine the first or last ...

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    scissorquiz - Sat Jan 29, 2005 9:19 pm


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