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i once cursed a man..before my live a life.without regret..with out pain..and strife..of pure hardshipswhat so ever..and then i cursed lose it all for a week..but then to regain itthe ...

The shadows.. dancing for your entertainment.. the rain tapping.. lulling you to sleep... and the forest is resting.. with you.. not a sound to be heard.. when your half awake.. ...

those still frames..can't hide shit..your not happy...i can see it..the empty smile..not matchingyour worried eyes..i can see it...and its tearing me apart..this saddness thatis forced to grow..with p

flowing forthunknowinglyfollowing the packthe rest,the norm,only to endat the same placeThe Beach.left to their own accordcrashingcasually,creating a soothing tuneto which the atmospherebeats along wi

tonight ! i shall write a poem, i will tear open a new page and write 5 pages of just one poem, and its going to be easy.. I'll just ...

Red lightis filteringthrough the glass, show me this roomin full light.White light, not red.I can’t see thisfor what it really mistakesare blending inso easily.It’s the white light;that I need, th

The setting sun,upon the open field,where we played and laughed,we foughtand I cried.I remember the blood spillingever so clearly,smashed in the facewith a 2 by 4,my body rolling down the ...

The night she diedwas one worth remembering,it was cold...and windy..but it was bearable...We adorned our suitsof black and our hadn't snowed,maybe nature fearedto ruin this day,a day of remembranceon

In studying the smoking gunthat is poetry,I've came acrossthings such asassonanceand repetition,end rhymeand alliteration.These things I know not,the mechanics and workingsof the printed word,I don't

Hardwood floors...Reflecting nonsenseback at my battered mind.A simple smile,in all my inner disaster,is all I ask.Yet... My reflectionyields nothing.That I'd like to see...Maybe my hair can block my

Red coat lockers.On red coat lockersdials spin and clank,metal on metal,opening to a surprise.A surprise that istomes of knowledge,filled with puzzles,information, life.Of the world;through numbersand

Lightwill bemy stepping stone.From inflamed groundsto glorified mountains.Translucent stairwaysform and crumblewith each passing I aspire to "greatness"walking on would-bebroken memoriesthat yield fad

Roses burnedin reconciled soil,like stars,they grew with beautyand burned, so violently.Blue;crying, so quietly,mourning lost brothers,taking in their light,leaving only a roses burned.Red;with passio

4 score and seven years ago, I-...What? I'm not becoming president of the US? I'm becoming the manager of burger king? Alright! Close enough!I am so glad to be named ...

Dear Anarchy,your buildings are burning.your razors are melting,labeling a message, that cut me deep,engraved as an anarchist.I give you up.-As I fall, through near descent,the wind hitting, slapping

The sun rises and it's 7am.Eggs are strewn about the land,children searching for childhood memories,hopefully for looking back.When skies move, and time passes,years are eaten away like the candy.Leav

Sunlight treadson midnight blue pathsto new leaves of green,to barks of brownand animals of shade.Looking up at rolling gray,against the black ground,running on the crunching gold of last year,no long

every organ has a price,every man's life has a tag,all blood goes on the market,tell me, what is your wage,fair assailant.Tell me! for what is the price,by which your blade ...

The rush of a fight,being hit, competing fora considered right,of men with womenthat just didn't add up.And that is the problem,the frustration inthe fraction; you over mein an algebraic equation.When

please forgive my broken heartsyndrome,for the memories,for my weakened heart.I am sorry,for how we never got to use that swing set,which is now buried with rust and time,shattered chains and ...

Spoiler! : Ahh, where is the spell checker!? It's madness without it! And this is a practice poem. My house is quiet,Like the forestWith a leaky roof, and one personThat ...

I would only like reviews on the main / finished piece, please. And there's a total of 10 drafts, I just wanted to post the beginning bones of this.___Thought surrounds ...

will return one day.

The bell rings off of themetal legs of empty chairs,questions kept them warmoffsetting the cold air with a fog.The dirty outlines of paperscar the seemingly concrete (yet still wooden)desks, where ...

Said diseaseMy cheeks were slit,and handcuffs locked inside(of my tongue),hooking my words to your wrists,where you just seem to swat them away.While your face is a concrete and whitetestament to ...

"A contract is a contract, be it oralor written, you belong to me now."The old days when humans were cargo are foundin grave yards, with tomb stones that mimick the ...

The moon decomposes into a white gasthat feeds through the kitchen sink, and through the windows.Giving the darkness a trim of light.Creating unexplored boundries beyond theglowing edge of the kitchen

There is little to this stone town,too small of stores to buy anything usefuland too few to go out of business.It's a place where brick roads fade intothe sky as ...

puddles everywhere!

My father has large hands,he could wrap his fingers around my headand pick me up with one arm.He could also throw me, but if Iclosed my eyes it wouldn't hurtas ...

I am came home late last night,around midnight, I had been walkingamong the moon and the stars,the only ones who could contest with my shadowand perhaps focus it in a ...

I awoke to people screaming so loud that they cracked my stone bed. I had been dreaming of a life where survival is guarenteed, not hoped for. I grabbed my ...

I was quiet, contemplating the irony of Aqarius opposing a storm, as I disintergrated into stars, becoming just as cold, and dark as your face when I told that you're ...