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play on daughter of the moonlight play through the night play on your gleaming white piano unblemished unstained uncorrupted pure and clean unlike you play until your fingers can play ...

Thanks for the critique--I don't usually write with any form in mind, and this just came out as is. Normally I only write poetry, as I start to flounder with ...

sometimes, i pretend my life is a movie. or a book, or a scripted play, or a musical. the day you notice me we will dance in choreographed swirls and ...

Thank you all for your comments! :) This was more of a spur of the moment poem, something I'm hoping to develop further. I used lots of quotes from various ...

I. Yes, boys and girls, we came from a rock. you share a common heritage with earthworms. there is no right and wrong and don't bring guns to school, don't ...

Every other line was supposed to be indented. X( it didn't come out, and it seems a bit choppy now. w/e. tell me what you think.

uncertainties I do not know who I am. (I do not know who I'll become) or if I'll become anyone for that matter. I do not know if I will ...

i know haha! i like your avatar... reminds me of a poem my friend wrote, called "Cake, Not Hate". funny stuff.

thank you all for the lovely comments! this was just a sort of brain-dump kind of poem, and is actually a part of a larger compilation of thoughts, (which is ...

I loved this stanza... Don't you ever wonder how it works? As if to every man the gods gave but five words of beauty in their lives, and deep inside ...

my valentine wishes i would like a bouquet of poppies. red poppies. or multicolored poppies. with butterflies in them. butterflies and stars inside my multicolored poppies. butterflies and stars and ...

Yes, that was exactly what I was trying to get across. You learn to live with sorrow in the same way you learn to live without wings. Do you have ...

consolation sorrow is something you learn to live with like your fingers your teeth your wingless spine

butterflies I want to be the girl in dusty victorian blues, sitting lonely on the fence, dreaming music, wanting you. There are things I remember that I am afraid to ...

butterflies I want to be the girl in dusty victorian blues, sitting lonely on the fence, dreaming music, wanting you. There are things I remember that I am afraid to ...