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I wrote this poem at work, about work. (I'm working at a CompUSA) language pg-13 Cutting EdgeWireless, high-speed internetBluetooth, PDA, HP, PalmOneplays mp3, wva, avi, and bmpWindows Compatable!check stocks, collect ...
WinterGrimm - Dec 12, 2004 - 1 min read
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Can you hear me now I have nothing left to lose I'm naked and broken my scars shinning in the moonlight I'm so tired of fighting each day just to ...
Wulie - Dec 12, 2004 - 1 min read
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I know there's a movie called Waiting to Exhale, though I've never seen it, and the title captured my interest. So I wrote something and used that title. Thanks to ...
bubblewrapped - Dec 12, 2004 - 2 min read
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It's Friday and a chunk of golden chicken drips, cook-marks sizzling on the bottom of melted crumbs shining in the fake light of your unnatural landscape. Today it was a ...
Liz - Dec 11, 2004 - 7 min read
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echo clinks of water on chains of concrete forming slivers of the false world false world which can't sing you in your silver shoes with the silver rain leaving metallic ...
Liz - Dec 11, 2004 - 3 min read
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Trying a different form...I quite like it. Stream-of-consciousness-ish. Definitely promotes inspiration, anyway. Transience a footprint in the sand or the imprint of a fingertip in the icing of a cake, ...
bubblewrapped - Dec 11, 2004 - 1 min read
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The Man at Station Four He may have always been there, The man at station four - He sits there like a marble ghost, And looks at the polished floor. ...
bubblewrapped - Dec 11, 2004 - 2 min read
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"Ill Met By Moonlight" is the first in a series of fantastic books by Sarah A. Hoyt detailing the life of one William Shakespeare and his contact with the world ...
bubblewrapped - Dec 11, 2004 - 2 min read
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This piece may or may not fit here. I wrote this for an English project and am eagerly awaiting my English teacher's feedback. I'm attached to it though and would ...
SilverWright - Dec 11, 2004 - 37 min read
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to gouge this grainy wind which walks so free, (proving life's existence with no intermittance) would be so icily cruel, like the bladed sun which shakes and breaks the gossamer ...
Liz - Dec 11, 2004 - 1 min read
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Last night the rain was whispering on your cheap, leaking roof with the unstable tiles, and you and your cigarette were whispering against my neck. I could feel your hot ...
Liz - Dec 11, 2004 - 4 min read
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"Ho Ho Ho" Santa pin so sharp Cherry nose, holiday cheer See the blood you draw "Evil" You smile and I know That behind those straight, white teeth Is a ...
marzipan - Dec 11, 2004 - 1 min read
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This is rather awkward for me. I've never posted on this board or asked for contructive critism on a poem. Well, here goes nothing. He stands at your side Your ...
SilverWright - Dec 10, 2004 - 1 min read
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Christmas Angel The sun never ceased to smile at you that summer. She splashed growing plants and trees in a perpetual spree of sunlight and warmth, never failing to share ...
Nvrmnd - Dec 10, 2004 - 13 min read
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This is the true definition of a "short story." Read and enjoy. I appreciate any and all critique, so don't be shy! Author's Note: This was written for my Reading ...
Skye - Dec 9, 2004 - 9 min read