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  • Poetry » Other
    Haiku: Insanity

    Cool and refreshing As a smooth, cold spring in June,Insanity reigns.

    Skye - Thu Dec 09, 2004 2:34 am

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Laying on the Floor

    Uhmm...not good. But good enough, I guess....(note to self, make it not suck...) * * * on my back broken wings of light scatter and spin above my head streched ...

    Galatea - Thu Dec 09, 2004 2:11 am

  • Poetry » Other
    My Cowardice

    Ah, the poem born of one of my many - well, passions. Its OK I guess, nothing spectacular. But hell if it dont get right down and dirty with the ...

    bubblewrapped - Wed Dec 08, 2004 11:24 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical

    For the first time in a while I smiled today A warm glimmer of hope ran through me How I wished you could've seen it But how little did I ...

    Wulie - Wed Dec 08, 2004 10:19 pm

  • Poetry » Other
    I dream.

    I dream of becoming evil Dangerous A hazard to insects Small animals And children The sawn step on the evolutionary ladder. Indulging amidst Huge purple velvety leaves, Bulging seed pods, ...

    Muse - Wed Dec 08, 2004 7:09 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical

    Undeniable that there is A certain attraction in arrogance An arrogance that lacks aggression But still, something that makes a boy a guy But a guy not yet a man ...

    Matt Bellamy - Wed Dec 08, 2004 5:51 pm

  • Poetry » Other
    Home (bad name, I know)

    You stand in a field, surrounded by family shadows are composed of friendly shapes, wind blows from the proper direction simple nourishment harmonious rhythms. A fertile tomb, where the spirits ...

    Muse - Wed Dec 08, 2004 11:50 am

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Portrait of a Life

    I'm not sure what I meant to say in this. I was toying with something I read in a book once, that there are some people who shouldnt stand to ...

    bubblewrapped - Wed Dec 08, 2004 5:25 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Why I Hate Liking You

    I hate this feeling inside of me, I hate blushing when you pass by, I hate having to go out of my way, Just to see you & say ‘hi’. ...

    LiNdSeYo7 - Wed Dec 08, 2004 4:04 am

  • Poetry » Other
    Dear Percilla

    The night is young dear Percilla. Don't waste time on foolish things. Worldly love means nothing. Your smile hypnotizes even the most horrific creature. Your eyes...they twinkle like the northern ...

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    justadreamer - Tue Dec 07, 2004 9:46 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical

    Just hide under your bed. Run out of your room. Climb a tree. Finals are here. Oh I fear. I hate the studying. I hate the rules. No making noise ...

    InnerTurmoil - Tue Dec 07, 2004 6:30 pm

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Don't come to KY now

    Don't come here now for sunshine and warmth. Don't come here now for good cheer round the hearth. I advise to steer clear of this whole campus. The professors have ...

    InnerTurmoil - Tue Dec 07, 2004 6:09 pm

  • Poetry » Narrative
    The City at the End of the Hall

    k guys, i know it's long...but i really like Please read it!! it wants your help desperately!! -penny The City at the End of the Hall The lights in ...

    penny - Tue Dec 07, 2004 5:46 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    The Art of Being Unnoticed

    I open my mouth, So that I may speak, But words do not come out. The feeling I feel inside, Leaves me confused, Self conscious, and alone. I stand in ...

    Chevy - Tue Dec 07, 2004 2:59 pm

  • Poetry » Dramatic

    One little note, the word drowned is meant to be read as it would have been in Shakespeare's day (drown-ed). It serves a rhythmic purpose, hence my mention of it. ...

    Galatea - Tue Dec 07, 2004 7:37 am

For in everything it is no easy task to find the middle ... anyone can get angry—that is easy—or give or spend money; but to do this to the right person, to the right extent, at the right time, with the right motive, and in the right way, that is not for everyone, nor is it easy; wherefore goodness is both rare and laudable and noble.
— Aristotle