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The mist rose at midnight, gathering, turning into shape. A man could be seen. Rowing across dreams. The passage across life takes time. But what is more rewarding, than traveling ...

Come. Steal away my agony and pain. Bear me to a place fair to look upon And leave me there to the glowing starlight. Leave me to the butterflies that ...

I'm climbing the ladder, Finally reaching the top, I'm afraid to look down, So I can see who's watching. The crowd cheers me on, They love what they see, It's ...

What is, What is this? Coming in my life, And changing all that's here? Miracles are happening Transforming all the old to new. What is, What is this?

But there is no sun No clear, cool sky. Sometimes that happens. Happiness, Doesn't last a lifetime. One of life's many lessons.

Why do I do this to myself? I'm causing myself my own pain. It's no one's fault except my own. It was me that put myself here. I looked into ...

Note: This poem contains references that may be inappropiate for children under the age of 13. Parental supervision is recommended for our younger members. - Nate i wrote this in ...

Some people have nothing, When all they want is something, But they don't get anything, Because some people have everything.

I wrestle with my conscious, Something doesn't seem right. I feel like something's gone wrong, Somewhere some how. I look over at the clock, It's two in the morning, My ...

Yesterday I saw you in all your glory: A frayed yellow towel around your midriff As you sped after my snarling dog (He was chasing your kitty, after all). And ...

[b]All the Rhythms[/b] I lost myself in that moment Or maybe, Maybe I found myself. Chaos is a funny thing When everything whirls and Everything twirls And the fluorescent lights ...

Something stirring deep within Calling forth desire And I wander away Following some unknown call To an unknown land To an unknown man And an unknown heart Somewhere off in ...

Okay, I did this in a bit of a rush so go easy on me... it sounds better if you say it aloud though. Why the sorrow, why the pain? ...

Ok, writing poems is not my strong point, I'm not that good at them but I want to improve, so feel free to voice any suggestions about this poem. War ...

Wait a sec - was this it? I drift away through honey There is music in my ears Smiles plastered on a heart That used to wear my tears I’m ...