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#7 Some days seem so slow to begin I wait for them in the hallway, watching the thin yellow thicken against the hardwood boards, outside the birds are waking and ...

. Although I do believe the actual universe is considerably old, I also believe that life is not actually that old (10,000 years ago or so) . I just wanted ...

#6 i am i am i am i am trying to write about You. In fact i have written it twice. Once down the corridor to my room, and again ...

#5 Good times are tv and ice cream Pokemon in the park Driving further than anticipated For a sudden delicious lunch on a whim we make our days worth having ...

#4 i am so tired time leaks from my bones onto the hardwood floors. my bedroom is coffin quiet, curtains drawn and brooding, perfect conditions to close eyes and sleep ...

#3 i wake gasping my hair Wrapped around my throat It is so Nice Long hair is so beautiful Never cut it! i wake choking My hair wrapped around my ...

#2 Everything I've ever said I've done has had would be should be could be lying grotesquely beneath. the stench of the missing clings in the cloisters of my potential; ...

with them #1 I can do anything! poster on the wall dripping this elegy on to the thick carpet seems endless, an escher of bricks and kindy hand paintings. a ...

Friendly reminder to stay on topic folks. Vil's initial post asked WHY do people continue to believe what they believe despite other evidence.

@Penguin So let's get this straight. Since there is no such thing as illegal, it'd be cool if I go murder so one right now? There are things called Laws ...

Be kind to immigrants (illegal or not): Where is does it say be kind to ILLEGAL immigrants? Hey guys, a random pop-in to just say that there is no such ...

One of the things I think that I should learn is how the sounds of words flow together when writing a poem to help control the impact of lines as ...

13. Your favourite poems are ones which you would never write. Could never write. You don't have the words or worlds or impetus. That is why you love them. Writing ...

12. What is your weakness now? Does it find you at night? Can you name it? We could play 20 questions And you could draw me pictures But I'm not ...

11. The colour streams toward the window sil, droplets merging into the deluge as the clouds open up again. At Christmas we could not have imagined this. The heat sank ...