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  • Poetry » Lyrical
    The Turnaround

    You walked in with your arm still in that milk chocolate sling and the stitches ripped out of your thumb like the bindings of the calender have been ripped out ...

    Liz - Fri Mar 04, 2005 6:52 am

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Mad Scientist [Part I]

    OK...this poem I'm posting as two parts since they're both very confuzzling and would sound weird together. Edit: I'm having troubles with the second part so I'll post that later. ...

    Sam - Fri Mar 04, 2005 2:59 am

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    The Child Abused

    I open my eyesAnd look to the stars“Who am I?” I ask“But a jumble of scars.”Abuse and traumaA portrait of my lifeMy broken heart shatteredThis is my strifeI dread my ...

    Writersdomain - Thu Mar 03, 2005 11:11 pm

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    don't title

    this is a poem I attempted to write, anyway. there is a message I want to get across but I just don't know how to do it. This burning sensation ...

    Misty - Thu Mar 03, 2005 9:47 pm

  • 11

    This might be my new favorite of all your poems. Can I print this one off and put it on my locker too? some crit: here is where the words ...

    Misty - Thu Mar 03, 2005 9:23 pm

  • 4

    you like to hide behind curtains of greasy spilt end hairs and watch the world through a filtered mask so nobody can laugh at your bruised face, or slash you ...

    Firestarter - Thu Mar 03, 2005 5:17 pm

  • Poetry » Other
    writer's block

    lately i cant seem to conjure a smile my graphite finger slips over mailla pages staining them grey grey that refuses to smile eyes sparkle calling wayward travelers to the ...

    Galatea - Thu Mar 03, 2005 6:48 am

  • 2

    buried under hours under stranger's kisses under the skin deep true loves i thought you were trapped in the past, a fly in the amber of summer yet memories of ...

    Chanson - Thu Mar 03, 2005 6:00 am

  • Poetry » Other
    to tell you that i know

    wrong for me to think these thoughts, perhaps imagining you entwined with another man far too young to be thinking these thoughts certainly none of my business to have this ...

    Chanson - Thu Mar 03, 2005 1:02 am

  • Poetry » Narrative
    The Gate (Old, Old Horrid Poem.)

    The flames were spreading All over the picket fence and touched the house It slid up the side and reached the tree above The tree was damp but still caught ...

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    Elizabeth - Wed Mar 02, 2005 11:03 pm

  • 6

    his bed is next to his window because he put it there. *Not a really strong beginning, dear* late at night he will stay up till two in the morning ...

    Misty - Wed Mar 02, 2005 8:14 pm

  • Poetry » Other
    Writers Block

    Blank page, open up, Swallow me whole. Drain the blood, From my lifeless body, Use me as ink. Form into words, And sentences, That make, At least, Some sense. And ...

    Sophie - Wed Mar 02, 2005 6:55 pm

  • 7

    Out of all the girls here, you seem to like me, I knew you always did, And you knew I did too. Both of us were difficult. And both of ...

    Sophie - Wed Mar 02, 2005 6:51 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Why Can't We?

    Why can’t we spend sentimental summers, Surfing and smiling and enjoying life? Lying in the sand, the sea running through our fingers, And the strum, strum, strumming of your guitar. ...

    Sophie - Wed Mar 02, 2005 6:49 pm

  • 6

    Please stop being like this, Please stop fucking up my head. Please return my messages, I’m too easy to confuse. Don’t avoid me in corridors, Don’t turn away when I ...

    Sophie - Wed Mar 02, 2005 6:49 pm

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