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Hi! This is my first submission, so please be kind! Criticise on whatever you want; did you find it boring, over descriptive, etc. Ignore things such as spelling, though. I'm ...
Cpt. Smurf - Dec 6, 2006 - 6 min read
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Sitting alone in my room, The telly blares and the radio goes boom, It's all getting way too much, I see the knife and make a clutch, I hold it ...
xlilxzox - Dec 6, 2006 - 1 min read
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Iv deleted this text coz like bubble wrapped said...not good to post your name, and also it WAS a school assignment, my stuff isnt that good but i am only ...
xlilxzox - Dec 6, 2006 - 1 min read
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who she is, I have no idea, but she brings me cigarettes and a reason to smoke. the reason, of course, is to combat the slow decay of reminiscence, so ...
Ohio Impromptu - Dec 6, 2006 - 2 min read
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hay swain two sit entwining hay, golden flax spinning into rope between their fingers, the quietus of an autumns day settling like the lord’s mantle on their shoulders. and she ...
Caligula's Launderette - Dec 6, 2006 - 1 min read
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This poem is more of a song ((for reasons that would take too long to explain)) but it can be a poem. I wasn't sure where to put it, because ...
Broken Wings - Dec 5, 2006 - 2 min read
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This poem has been knocking around in my head for a while, but I am having trouble on several accounts: 1. I need to work in the main context of ...
Cicero - Dec 5, 2006 - 2 min read
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The title is taken from the song, Maria, from Paint Your Wagon. The poem itself is a bit tweaky and here and there but I've been crying... give me another ...
Elizabeth - Dec 5, 2006 - 2 min read
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Prologue: In the school room number 372, in west valley high, Simon Peters, was having a conversation with his science teacher Mr. Waltz. “I don’t know how it froze Mr. ...
blackwings_angel - Dec 5, 2006 - 7 min read
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Okay, so I just finished reading Irrational Man by William Barrett and about a month before that Dostoevsky's The Idiot. Irrational Man is non-fiction, if you didn't know, but I ...
doubt_all - Dec 5, 2006 - 3 min read
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I speak of shadows Filter the night The long distance stars Shine on me so bright I watch the future Fade in your hand There still is so much That ...
Darkeye - Dec 5, 2006 - 1 min read
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Tiny white knuckles, gentle baby's knees. The way that changing a foul diaper never offends. True baby's breath. Not as flowery as a bouquet, but just as sweet, and twice ...
Trident - Dec 5, 2006 - 1 min read
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The key was deep breathing. Wait for that moment between heartbeats, where everything is perfectly still, all while riding the edge, the technique describing keeping the trigger on his .50 ...
Diversetactics - Dec 5, 2006 - 2 min read
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Jimmy, a country boy lived with his grandma. Jimmy was only nine and had already seen or known the world a lot, though he never understood his Grandma much. Jimmy ...
Shine - Dec 5, 2006 - 3 min read
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dream_girl08 - Dec 5, 2006 - 1 min read