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I wish I had her, But she’s under his spell, I just can’t take this, My passion doesn’t end well. I spy her elated by him, It braids my pleasure ...

Ok, I personnaly wrote this one, so blame me if you think it suks Vengeance of a Lunitic A happy memory, Is yet too far to see, Don't you think ...

I think my brain just died, Though I thought it would go with a pop. Or maybe a huge explosion That would rock the entire Earth! Earthquakes would start Followed ...

When in whispers they bow down, Before me, and they close their eyes Their minds, I kick them in their Softest place. And though they spit up blood They insist ...

I found you Floating through the thin strings of my hair As I slept on the nightmare of tomorrow Woke up with a comfort singing into my ears Progressing on ...

My grandfather isn't doing very well right now, and it's hit harder than I expected it to. This poem isn't working out; I wanted to convey exactly how much I ...

It’s darker here than anywhere in my life I could be pricked in bittersweet rose gardens My tongue could be caught on rough salt beauty ocean waves I could bathe ...

[pre]The first time a child discovers the concept of money is a very strange moment in its life. Usually, it occurs after some fat uncle asks the child to grab ...

I'm going to use speaking in this story, so its fits with the other 3 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cytre looked around at her surroundings, but she only

I deal in colours, beauty, dreams; to you go the spoils of the intellectual mind - I take what is left. In other words I sleep my life away beneath ...

he gave me hope a few stollen kisses and so much more than that but where is he now? my love is gone and i feel he was a rat. ...

A message to the world , stop hunting dont move , mother firth said silently, the hunters . there here . the baby chicks stopped there squbbles over a worm ...

Ok, bear with me on this one ...I wrote it I while back when I did a project on Marilyn Monroe...It's very difficult to judge your own poems...I guess it's ...

Some one told me about no chat speak in a story, i dont really agree with that, but there the rules so ill obey them. But not on the evil ...

There she was. Looking as perfect as always. Waiting right at the turning of the lane. Hoping to hold his glimpse as soon as he arrived. The way she’s been ...