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They are the abercrombie girls. They consider anything with words literature And never challenge themselves intellectually Because they do not want to appear smart. The shallow preppy guys that they ...
marching_gurl89 - Jan 18, 2006 - 1 min read
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Our time is run by batteries. Our clock is run, the hands are spun, our clock is run by batteries. Our mode is run by batteries. Our car is running, ...
Sponson Light - Jan 17, 2006 - 1 min read
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I’m a desecrated Deflowered image of a soul I feel it slowly fading As I stand my solid ground The echoes are reverberating The truth will drag me down I ...
xanthan gum - Jan 17, 2006 - 1 min read
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*I apologize*
ZanyPlebeian - Jan 17, 2006 - 1 min read
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In the beginning it was awkward auditions And I got to see how you moved on the stage The Stage of Drama and the Stage of Life As I got ...
Elizabeth - Jan 17, 2006 - 1 min read
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This is a Haiku I wrote in like, 2nd Grade for some assignment. Then someone stole it and posted it by the library. Eyes Bulge, Ugly Frog Jump! Plop into ...
Teeeeo. - Jan 17, 2006 - 1 min read
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"Why do fools fall in love?", is a question I've always wondered. Up until now, in that department I've always blundered. But at the moment things are different, the time's ...
jpenny - Jan 16, 2006 - 2 min read
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The line break on the first italics line I absolutely hated. Eugh, I dunno why, but it just threw me horribly. Moving on ... Do you have an obsession with ...
Firestarter - Jan 16, 2006 - 1 min read
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I’m filled with this anger inside And every time they point the finger I explode I spit words that never miss Victims feel the pain Something I try to hide ...
Theonetheycallpink - Jan 16, 2006 - 2 min read
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To be honest when it comes to writing poetry or anything else for that matter I don’t know what I’m doing so here it goes just tell me what you ...
plutogirl - Jan 16, 2006 - 2 min read
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For once there was an interruption, A brazen noise of insurrection, Product of wayward intersection Lacking further introspection. Once there was a passive note Sailing through a song by rote ...
timjim77 - Jan 15, 2006 - 1 min read
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If I had it my way, you'd be my poem. I’d write you beneath bittersweet Willows, weeping for lost Seasons of ripening. And you would flow from my pen Like ...
timjim77 - Jan 15, 2006 - 1 min read
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It's hard to smile when your not here I felt relieved knowing you were always near, Everything was fine when you were around You were always the one making a ...
Angel17 - Jan 15, 2006 - 1 min read
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I stand at the gates. They shine brighter than the stars in the heavens. They open before me and I slowly step in, unsure of what will happen. The bright ...
jpenny - Jan 15, 2006 - 2 min read
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Raspberry and Cream Marcia’s by the lake again, Sipping raspberry and cream. Though I doubt the fairy will join her, or so it’s going to seem Marcia’s by the lake ...
~*Guinevere*~ - Jan 15, 2006 - 1 min read