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Christmas with A Mad Old Man Snowflakes falling Lights are blinking The old man sits there Alone and thinking Buttoning her coat She stops to stare The old man smiles ...

I've been waiting here by the shore as the sea introduces the tide The brilliant whispers of stars are stark white against bruised sky. I feel tortured by incessant pounding ...

I Never thought.............. I was sitting on a park b e nch alone In the cold and gloomy autumn twilight good words but awkwardly placed together Never thought i'd be ...

I remember when we use to sit together. During nap time, at lunch, even when we use to stair stare at stars through your glass window. I remember the first ...

A love poem for no one. It's pretty much my first love poem ever considering I really detest them. oh welll, enjoy (I hope). In the space between my fingers ...

C'est moi! You can see the calendar i never use in the background. Woo.

Hey! Welcome to YWS Anyone here (especially me!) will answer your questions. It's true, we are a huge family here. What kind of writing do you do?

Please review my poem 'Paradise Lost' Thanks!

I'm trapped in a room that's darker than black with no doors to go out use a better verb than 'to go'. The verb you choose can help convey you ...

Color:Ocean Blue Music: Alternative, punk rock-ish (Yellowcard, Blink-182, Relient-K, Ingrid Michealson,Breaking Benjamin, The Black Keys, Cursive, Bayside, The Rosebuds) Movies: She's the Man, The No

The Cry of the Dreamer John Boyle O'reilly I am tired of planning and toiling In the crowded hives of men; Heart-weary of building and spoiling, And spoiling and building ...

Cold eyes knew that they wouldn’t dare, true, but the captive do not dare, awkward wording the captive act to breath their air and take back what was once theirs ...

[quote="ra1n"]Another Day My Voice Kept Silent Another Way My Soul Left Violent good intro At home nothing said Quietly perched upon this bed Sitting in deep thought of what to ...

A soft, haunting melody Ringing through a darkened room nice beginning A hand on my waist Our fingers entwined not a very smooth transition of description A silent but drumming ...

Smooth stuff, Hairy stuff Kinda-sorta scary stuff smiled Real stuff, Fake stuff A book on "How to Make- Stuff" appreciated rhyme with a nod Good stuff, Bad stuff It'll-kinda-make-you-sad stuff ...