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I'm kinda new at this poetry business, doing it for a contest (in real life, bother). Thanks for the CC, it really helps me (instead of just me guessing what ...

In darkest night of silent fright the rockets glare to solemn whispers of beating hearts. In darkest night of ending fight the white swan sings to fading dreams of lifeless ...

I had to finish Harrison Bergeson the story for civics. I tried to make it as short as possible because she said only write 1-2 pages. So here goes nothing. ...

I am one of the people in this poem, I just noticed that o.0 See if you can guess who... ----- All things are painted rainbow, though some might be ...

When the old man does enough shining- a young lady, so black in her dress, covers my roof outside. Diamonds, or shiny things brightly dot her, circling and moving in ...

I don't trick or treat (anymore), but I can imagine some kid doing this, lol. ----- I have TP'ed your house and your maple tree, so alone in your yard. ...

I had a friend once, I used to use him a lot with my black pen, back when I was ten. But nobody took notice. He used to hate it, ...

Before you think I'm a psycho halfway through reading this, it does have a moral at the end. And besides that, I wanted to scare somebody, myself included [EDITED] Well ...

We chanced upon a stair; you said he wasn't there. Shame started on my mouth, but I still had my doubts. I left you going up, you left me falling ...

I am sorry, Mr. Worm you are so very busy. Eating and making wormholes takes quite a lot of energy. I am delicious, you would agree? The brightest apple of ...

They are unmoving, uncaring, unsharing, unmerciful gods. My petals are dying, my leaves are fading. It is dark, as it ever been. They spread their arms and their leaves to ...

Your Pretty Ponies have lost their hooves so you can torture another pet. You are a treadmill, because I'm running to stay in place. I am not a jackass either, ...

It's frustrating to know that You're different to everybody, and everyone thinks they know You. We're all just curious brush strokes and You hide Your secrets too well. Why don't ...

The Moon hides when it is clouded by the smoke of dying fire and the death of a new beginning. Stars have heard our voices and weep rain with us, ...

I remember sailing across the oceans, finding myself lost and drowning until your hands picked me up and became my guide, my sanctuary. I happily sailed through your tub of ...

9:21. Two minutes separate the hallway from the threat of blooming to a jungle of hormone-infested creatures. Everyone, except one, is tense, diligently watching the red menace of the clock. ...

I admire my bed for all its warmth and comfy-ness during my starlight voyages. We would sail across my river of memories and find all sorts of nightmares trying to ...

Fell into the ocean, into the dark I see black-hearted angels swim with me taking me deeper into my bottomless sea all my past and futures were with me all ...