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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 ...

Techno-marriage It was 5 years back when we received a rather strange invitation from a family friend’s son on his wedding. I hadn’t met him before but had heard of ...

V1 Oh my love I don’t want to lose you again It hurt to much the first time You mean the world to me Chorus I miss you I truly ...

Snake turned to Nick speaking with a hiss “not getting nervous are we?” “No of course not” lied Nick his hands and forehead were sopping with sweat. “Good; cause if ...

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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 ...

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

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

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 ...

I know it was about death but I wouldn't consider it "emo" but it was really really heartbreaking and kind of hard to read. I read it last night and ...

On one holy, frozen night by the dew of morning light Mankind broke His one delight and so the wonder died Suppressing urge religiously Expressing hate for fancy-free So Man's ...

Hope this is in the right forum... Anyway, here it goes... Black Princess Alone in this tower far away I pace cold halls and cry Never do I see the ...

Here I am What do you want. I'm telling you not to But you don’t care You’re starting to get stupid You don’t need this anymore Give it a rest ...

A plate of dirty false teeth on the sink Green slime from them everywhere Next on the kitchen table Next on the arm of the sofa Making me wretch A ...

Simons DiaryBy Cathy Scott Monday 5th June 1987 I am called Simon. My full name is Simon George Hari. I hate it. I hate my whole life. The whole of ...