Welcome to my world of dreams,
Of scary things, and fantasies.
Welcome to my world of light,
Come with me and wrong the rights.
Enter in my loony thoughts,
Boiling like cauldrin pots.
And in this place,
Imagination waits.
Do come in, and close the gate,
Hurry, Hurry, don't be late!
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A few of my friends have acounts here,
and they're great poets too. ^_^
ShadowedSanctuary
Hazard-Rampage
it-is
Of scary things, and fantasies.
Welcome to my world of light,
Come with me and wrong the rights.
Enter in my loony thoughts,
Boiling like cauldrin pots.
And in this place,
Imagination waits.
Do come in, and close the gate,
Hurry, Hurry, don't be late!
- - - - - - - - -*-
A few of my friends have acounts here,
and they're great poets too. ^_^
ShadowedSanctuary
Hazard-Rampage
it-is
- Last seen on Oct 25 1:14 AM. Member since January 5, 2005.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 141 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Come with me and wrong the rights...".
- I am a 19 year old girl from Illinois (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a sulky student and an avid artist.
- Visit my homepage at groups.msn.com/ElusiveEnchantments
- I have 141 comments, 45 poems, 2 stories
My Poetry
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12 lines, 2 comments, April 17. In reserve
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I've always been the poison, the acid leeching over your tongue...
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This is crazy, with the stars ruling the grass and the dirt circling in galaxies. Stars in your eyes and grass on your feet with dirt in your bones. There are galaxies in you that float through your veins while cruise s
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November, I hate you
But I remember when I loved you
My Stories
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“That is it. I can’t write anything. This block is murder, nothing but one sentence and it won’t pass for a novel. How the shit am I supposed to publish this?” Kit slammed the
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The child sat on a rock by the side of the road, cuddling his stuffed animal and looking at the ruins of the town. He was perhaps seven, more likely six. His knees were pulled
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j-ay rose on August 5, 2006
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Poeticlives on February 18, 2006I LOVE that poem in your "about me"...
Very effective to tempt readers into reading your poems- I surely will...
The last two lines are my favourite, because I think they are the smoothest
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But I think,
"Enter in my loony thoughts,
Boiling like cauldrin pots."
Is extremely cute.... forgive mne that isn't condescending. I have a soft spot for that word "loony" because I don't think its a bad adjective in the least- It denotes a clear charm.
Of course there is personification, "boiling", similie, and allusion to witchcraft fantasy in that too... awesome!
As the last line warns, I hope I am not late.
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Timothy Cameron on January 3, 2006Thanks for reading my poem.
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cafe0lait on September 19, 2005Not event hardly but thanks for the compliment. I have to be going some to blow you out of anything Dahling (smile). Thanks again
