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Black Roses
Their love was all a put-on. We didn't need their lilies and red lips, passion and kisses and words, vows that slowly splinter, give out, fade away, murmured in the ...
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A Black Rose
EDIT: This poem has been rewritten and revised! Check out "Four Roses" under Narrative Poetry to see what it's become. Thanks! ************************************** Their love was all a put-on. We do
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Four Roses
Four roses grew in the hidden glade, Four roses, tall and bright, With velvet petals all adorned. Surrounded by a shining light. The first rose was purest white, Beautiful as ...
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Borrowing Flight
I just want to watch you Soar so high above me Swooping, diving, soaring Forget that I'm still watching Don't look back behind you Fly on to lands uncharted Fighting, ...
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Phonetics
Speaking is choking for you,Your lips trip over words caught in your throat,Their edges cut as you spit them out And let them drop You stand, your eyes half closed,Your ...
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Baroque Style, 2/2 Time
You like music, do you not?The funny bars and small black spotsRhythm and key and staccati dots I like music just as well,The purest form of art, that swellsAnd holds ...
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Just a couple of haiki.
Inspiration12:30 AM,Locked in with the best of friends:Me, myself and I.* * * * *AcneWhile writing, I pickAt the red bumps on my faceAnd, oh crap, they bleed.* * * ...
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Where I'm From
Where I'm FromI’m from rain and green nail polishHeadphones and semicolons,Paperbacks and T-shirts,Crinkled notebooksI’m from crosses, bells and choirs,Two parents and two brothers,Piano keys and
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Guilty.
Author's note: This poem was inspired by several scenes from ABC's series LOST; namely, the relationship between Ben and Locke.I saw the lieSquirm in your eyesTheir blue betrayed youYou swore ...