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  • Poetry » Narrative
    Baby Doll
    4

    baby doll she takes his kisses no matter what whether they be a slap on the cheek or the press of coldwhite knuckles she surrenders her body lax under the ...


    Caligula's Launderette - Nov 1, 2005 - 1 min read

  • 5

    the kid with the gun is my neighbor the two-colored eye man watches over the domain of the 3-legged dog whose limp is stiff from metal-pronged puppet strings daytime suburia ...


    Caligula's Launderette - Nov 1, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Sylvia
    8

    Sylvia If you look through the dipping boughs of the elm trees you can see the glittering patches of light that is her genius hidden beneath shadow layers of cotton ...


    Caligula's Launderette - Nov 1, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Fear ( Writing Practice)
    4

    Fear Heartbeat, running Fleeing from a fear I Cannot see Silence which sears my Terrified soul Darkness which blinds me Clouding my mind. A piercing scream, Shiver from a nonexistent ...


    Tríona - Nov 1, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Little Blue Eyes
    5

    Little Blue Eyes Such a sweet, little face, such big blue eyes, So expressive, they have no disguise. So in.occent, they widen with surprise, At anything in the untarnished skies ...


    Boni_Bee - Nov 1, 2005 - 1 min read

  • 3

    Everyday is a brand new day I remind myself of that all the time So why do I keep doing the same thing over and over I make promises all ...


    Camaro_Chick05 - Oct 31, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Memories
    2

    Memories abound In every crevice and under every rock In the trickle of the water and the setting of the sun, This October twilight The most nostalgic time of day, ...

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    Once Upon A Dream - Oct 31, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    broken recalls
    4

    This is a song as well as a poem. But I figured it would get more attention being posted here. It may seem a little redundant but if you were ...


    Chevy - Oct 31, 2005 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Untitled 31/10/05
    3

    you married that black scarf that hooks around your neck like a rosyboa the brim hat you wear on sundays has pot shots on the top from the squirrel gun ...


    Elephant - Oct 31, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    My mystique groom
    4

    My mystique groom Mystique riders to the sea of life Appear just once. They then dissolve away forever Leaving a note for the muzzy soul to dance. Their sight act ...


    torsa_n_muse - Oct 31, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Just about a rhyme!
    3

    Just about a rhyme The curtained isle summons wearied off eyes Sylvan aroma soothes clouded soul’s skies. And crouching there one sits firm on fancy To hear silent times bashful ...


    torsa_n_muse - Oct 31, 2005 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Showcase Showdown
    3

    Pregnancy is to ear infection; Both take a miniscule of bacteria Once inplanted, causes panic and harm. Can be solved with a pill if taken soon enough- Yet one is ...


    Nameless_And_Shamed - Oct 30, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Clean Up Your Mess
    5

    Simple women should Simply keep their Bony knees drawn tightly. Simple men should Simply keep their Fat mouths drawn tightly.


    Nameless_And_Shamed - Oct 30, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Your Mother is a Real Man
    3

    Amazing thing evolution: Man may now walk upright, But he still speaks Like a fucking Neanderthal.


    Nameless_And_Shamed - Oct 30, 2005 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    This Will Only End in Tears
    5

    I washed up with the early morning tides, Braided hair like coarse leather. Dressed in seaweed and perfume of sweet mist. There was no lifeguard on duty For he was ...


    Nameless_And_Shamed - Oct 30, 2005 - 1 min read


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— Kate Chopin, The Awakening