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it had to have been passion that snapped them off, for flowers and scissors do not mix in wine-drunk twilights and the gloom of unsteady streetlamps, especially not on nights ...
bubblewrapped - Nov 21, 2005 - 1 min read
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This poem was written by my friend Rachel, and I felt that it needed to be posted so that somewhere it could maybe make a difference. It's pretty simple and ...
Eleanor Rigby - Nov 21, 2005 - 1 min read
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For you I will write a song and sing it, I love you, I admit it. You are a dream come true I could not have coped without you. These ...
Angel17 - Nov 21, 2005 - 1 min read
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Winter ice on your unsheathed knife frozen blood and frozen tears newly spilt, so young and brittle, against my shoulder you whispered lies where once hope rose in cold eyes, ...
Firestarter - Nov 21, 2005 - 1 min read
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WHAT SHIPS MAY COME There's mist outside my window blanketing the street with white, And foreign shapes that struggle to be seen. I am not one to break the silence ...
backgroundbob - Nov 21, 2005 - 1 min read
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"Love" paints a picture Of flowers and light, But to this strong emotion Is a darker side. Pain and confusion Contrast supreme bliss. So many lovers Are witness to this. ...
Amice - Nov 21, 2005 - 1 min read
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Chapter Twenty-Two Max acted quickly. He threw his hands out, grabbing on to his three friends and shutting his eyes tight, letting his energy spill into them. He could feel ...
Mighty Aphrodite - Nov 20, 2005 - 17 min read
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No extra words, no extra lines. Excellent descriptions, excellent prose.
Brian - Nov 20, 2005 - 1 min read
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There was a light through the darkness. One light, a tiny speck of hope that expanded into a column, which grew into a door. A person stepped into it, casting ...
Jennafina - Nov 20, 2005 - 6 min read
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[u]A Familiar Path[/u] I stroll through night’s streets, the cool air gently numbs my skin and I welcome it. Each breath seems to linger at the back of my throat ...
Meta-Messiah - Nov 20, 2005 - 1 min read
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Wow, I've been gone a LONG time!!! Catch Them If You Can Prologue January 5, 2000 It was a cold Saturday morning. Elliot Fox slid across the wooden floors in ...
Klaus Von Spindler - Nov 20, 2005 - 20 min read
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With blue braids tipped foam-green and skin the shine of the sea she glides between the caps and waves. in a moment of sponteanity she leaps and flaps her sparkle-scaled ...
Caligula's Launderette - Nov 20, 2005 - 1 min read
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the never bird gave up her nest to save a boy so keen on single destruction death seemed like a very big adventure and Heathcliff plumetted into a life long ...
Caligula's Launderette - Nov 20, 2005 - 1 min read
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The past’s-elastic is fraying And I find that I’m guilty, When my crimes have a face That stares back in stanzas.
ladoran - Nov 20, 2005 - 1 min read
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A quiet attraction so platonic not so innocent uneasiness engulfs me the knowledge of no mutual feelings moving on seems to be one of the hardest things no more than ...
watergirlwriter3 - Nov 20, 2005 - 1 min read