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  • Narrative Poetry Re: His Kisses

    I didn't have much rhythm in this one. I wrote it as a journal entry to remember a dream I had once. It had no structure at first, but I ...

    Aug 27, 2009
  • Narrative Poetry Re: His Kisses

    His kisses are my dreams. Sometimes a reason, but usually aimless. When my dreams wander elsewhere, it feels like treason. I want to figure it out, but my heart casts ...

    Aug 27, 2009
  • Narrative Poetry Re: My Lover's Dance

    This is one of my shorter ones that I chose to put on the site before my others. Please tell me if you think I could improve it in any ...

    Aug 27, 2009
  • Narrative Poetry Re: My Lover's Dance

    Since the day I saw your face, My heart has fallen astray. Now, maybe you'll bring me back, Yes, today could be the day. Whenever I gaze into your eyes, ...

    Aug 27, 2009


This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much all of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movement of small green pieces of paper, which was odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.
— Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy