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Nameless_And_Shamed

  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Your Mother is a Real Man

    Amazing thing evolution: Man may now walk upright, But he still speaks Like a fucking Neanderthal.

    Oct 31, 2005
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: This Will Only End in Tears

    I washed up with the early morning tides, Braided hair like coarse leather. Dressed in seaweed and perfume of sweet mist. There was no lifeguard on duty For he was ...

    Oct 31, 2005
  • Romantic Short Stories Re: Royal Engagment (once again continued)

    I found you! Haha! I love how you write. It makes me jealous! :x Haha. Can't wait to read more! Lily.

    Oct 17, 2005
  • Other Poetry Re: Why Thursdays Shouldn't Exist (An Elegy, no not a Eulogy)

    A new disease Not in the books. An unmarked grave Lost in a field of names. Caught without an imprint. In an abyss of forgotteness. Sealed, closed inside A rotten ...

    Oct 17, 2005
  • Lyric Poetry Re: Act II, Scene I: Enter Character

    In a world where these word Are just sounds Like a desperate plea From a woman Who had just lost her dignity. Who are they to judge? They rip the ...

    Oct 17, 2005
  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Something's Rotten (An All Hallows Eve Poem)

    I carved straight into him. His insides falling out Onto the ground. The smell was like Opening a trashcan. A funky, rotten smell. His goo made my hands Like a ...

    Oct 16, 2005


The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening