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Can't remember much, / think I wanted it / to be that way. / Shhh... / I clasped clammy hands / to the cuts on my elbows. / Couldn't sit still, / the seats / were not seats
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Fingerprints lingered upon the sands of yesterday;
cradling the infant, a harbored moon and languid trench,by C- 25 lines, 5 comments, on Aug 14 9:45 PM 2007 -
by Luna Tique Fringe 31 lines, 11 comments, on Aug 22 10:35 PM 2007. In Adult
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She says it's not all black and white..
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by Random Thoughts 12 lines, 14 comments, on Aug 29 4:48 AM 2007
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Everyone said it was abandonment.
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these acts prove that
being awake is not synonymous with
being aliveby hope4revolution 47 lines, 3 comments, on Feb 27 12:07 PM 2007. In contemporary, other, personal, thoughts, pensive -
And she comes into this world, / thinking she has fractured your well being.. / She ain't shyt. / Un-up, on this. / And you exhale, within a grin of course, / wondering why she doesn't do the world a favor and ~
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There She Lay’s The Art Of Noise / By Julia L. Clark / There she lay’s, beautiful, angelic and the art to my profound soul. / She lay thereby theredcatjazzoflove 69 lines, 35 comments, on Feb 4 12:05 AM 2008. In Art, Love, Lyrics, Nature, Other, Thoughts, My own style, Art inspired
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I try to stand / Stay / present to this moment / A forest before me / hundreds of trees / then a leaf / one leaf / on a tree / Sunlight pai
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by Balldinger 33 lines, 13 comments, on Aug 24 3:18 PM 2007
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In summer’s sweater, she arrives
a clutch of blossoms and bugsby CarolDesjarlais 30 lines, 10 comments, on Sep 8 8:25 AM 2007
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by Yvette Champ 47 lines, 22 comments, on Sep 1 5:35 PM 2007. In personal
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not recognizable / an expression with the / atmosphere about my eyes / like those who / survive trauma / i lay upon a bed of leaves / watching emeralds / in the first light / coconuts in testicular arra
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there is no music
to carryby Grunts Girl 59 lines, 8 comments, on Aug 3 10:29 AM 2007. In Thoughts -
Grab angst by its crinkled throat and take it in,
dissolve it, chew on its bonesby CarolDesjarlais 43 lines, 30 comments, on Sep 6 7:20 PM 2007. In Society -
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Men envy the cigarette
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slipping from my roomby Grunts Girl 77 lines, 11 comments, on Aug 4 12:37 AM 2007. In Thoughts
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I run down the halls with a gun... Mirrors surrounding me like a fun-house.by xXLucid-CatalystXx 29 lines, 7 comments, on Sep 26 10:30 AM 2007. In Contest
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by Pamela A Lamppa 30 lines, 12 comments, on Oct 10 12:51 AM 2007. In Life
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for MGT
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I yield palms to charcoal skies
As though attempting to pour out -
incubating emotion
percolating a notionby Luna Tique Fringe 21 lines, 10 comments, on Sep 29 4:18 PM 2007 -
Oh my love
I frequently halt me while I am on my way to pilgrimageby PrabhuDayal Khattar 12 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 15 8:33 PM 2007. In Love -
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I heard your plight where you cannot write;
as if your muse has left you bereftby astralshepherd 49 lines, 51 comments, on Dec 5 4:03 PM 2005. In Hope -
by Grey 22 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 30 2:29 PM 2007
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Collaboration with Mary (Cat)
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i came
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I love the way you got me lost, you must be my God.... Those memories are like purple mustard-gas, they washed me a little too clean.by xXLucid-CatalystXx 13 lines, 10 comments, on Oct 28 4:02 PM 2007. In Personal, Life, My own style, Depression
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Time and time again I findby SicTransitVictoria 25 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 30 8:42 PM 2007
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Is Nature rude,
filling these swirling autumn skiesby kaibab 66 lines, 2 comments, on Nov 1 7:06 AM 2007
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The cobwebbed corner of broken thoughts, overgrown with thorny vine
my knees retreat within my jeans hoping to be cuddled with love divineby 245Trioxin 38 lines, 13 comments, on Oct 11 12:21 AM 2007. In Depression, My life, Thoughts, Loneliness, Pain, Sad, My Own Style -
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You vilify our love
as passions waneby Auburn Sunrise 34 lines, 5 comments, on Nov 18 10:05 PM 2007. In Angst, Sad, Society, Thoughts, Weird, Love, Life, Vocabulary -
by AJ Morelli 58 lines, 21 comments, on Mar 6 9:04 PM 2007. In Adult
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It’s in the details.
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by tara wilson 19 lines, 34 comments, on Nov 23 1:20 AM 2007. In Love
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by Luna Tique Fringe 36 lines, 21 comments, on Nov 28 4:15 PM 2007. In Fantasy
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by Grey 38 lines, 4 comments, on Nov 21 9:25 PM 2007
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I will not hold my tongue any longer
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These are willow-words
being cupped from waterby CarolDesjarlais 36 lines, 8 comments, on Dec 3 10:47 PM 2007
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by misselaineous 18 lines, 14 comments, on Dec 7 12:46 PM 2007. In Personal
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You peered in and tumbled my bits of color
as mirrors bent at awkward anglesby Metaphorist 9 lines, 6 comments, on Dec 6 6:22 AM 2007. In Love -
Consistently leading me into the past
With footsteps of imprinted sweat on glass.by 245Trioxin 43 lines, 11 comments, on Dec 9 6:09 PM 2007. In Dark, Depression, Life, Heartbreak, Personal, My Own Style -
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the sex is like a flat note
while I fall on the staffby alexandrathegreat 5 lines, 5 comments, on Dec 15 1:12 AM 2007. In Contemporary, Personal, Thoughts, Life -
I cannot love you
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What is that precious essence
perfectly spilled from wells of poetry’sby ten thousand cicadas 41 lines, 27 comments, on Dec 11 8:41 PM 2007 -
I can not think of a thing to write, void of all creative thought,by jessebyrons 12 lines, 1 comment, on Dec 19 10:49 PM 2007
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Is it a sin to be
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little tails of stickiness
dangling off the spoon toby PerVirtuous 17 lines, 7 comments, on Dec 29 3:39 PM 2007. In Personal -
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as if to spell with it's tendrils:
defeatby Auburn Sunrise 24 lines, 8 comments, on Dec 31 4:05 PM 2007 -
by tara wilson 37 lines, 48 comments, on Jan 3 7:51 PM 2008
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volumes on the history of luck adorned the wall,
and not one had been removed,by Phineas Red 14 lines, 3 comments, on Jan 25 7:37 PM 2008 -
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