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  • Trust falling to ash, love smothered in gas, burning, at a liars feet.

    by Areader 52 lines, 4 comments, on Jan 6 7:00 PM 2008. In Humor, Weird, Angst
  • I had to dip my feet in many bodies of water.
    Looking for the correct idea to bath myself in.
    by Areader 33 lines, 2 comments, on Jan 6 3:28 PM 2008. In Personal, Thoughts
  • Slobbering grunts, drooling over pre-teen hostesses.
    These Bravado's boasting egos
    by Areader 24 lines, 6 comments, on Jan 5 8:03 PM 2008. In Life, Society, Thoughts
  • Am I supposed to be happy stuck in limbo?
    Like those adult films
    Where you’re stuck between floors with a hot chick
    by Areader 34 lines, 3 comments, on Nov 20 9:06 PM 2007. In Thoughts
  • Papers pile in sky scrapper format. / Work loads heaped and building in dozer efficiency. / Fast paced sedimentary levels of to do lists. /
    by Areader 21 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 29 5:32 PM 2007. In Thoughts
  • Eyes inward bound / Cranium a cradle for throbbing / Glands tousle on wavering weights / Tension binds molars to jaw bones. / I need sleep
    by Areader 24 lines, 1 comment, on Jun 23 5:24 PM 2007. In Thoughts
  • She never loved me / Then again she never loved anyone. / Not in the sense of wife’s love for a husband. / Just the love of a seamstress an
    by Areader 29 lines, 1 comment, on May 27 4:16 PM 2007. In Thoughts, Love
  • An acrobat in the guise of an immortal.
    Spellbinding spectators with flawless peril.
    Defying the gravity that looms below the net.
    by Areader 27 lines, 3 comments, on May 1 2:20 PM 2007. In Thoughts, Love, Fantasy, Weird
  • Clenched tight, jaws hinged and stuck shut.
    Knowing what you want to say and powerless to say it.
    by Areader 32 lines, 5 comments, on Apr 13 9:54 AM 2007. In Thoughts
  • The Keys clash, cracking under the pressure.
    Metrically measured tones slamming in succession
    by Areader 29 lines, 7 comments, on Apr 11 2:54 PM 2007. In Thoughts
  • They slip, like so many ideas before them.
    Through the raw hands that failed to grip them.
    by Areader 5 lines, 5 comments, on Apr 9 3:48 PM 2007. In Thoughts
  • Sleek was the form you chose for yourself that night.
    As if a cat freeze framed in the morning stretch.
    by Areader 19 lines, 1 comment, on Apr 6 11:36 AM 2007. In Thoughts, Weird
  • Second draft and just plane odd, but I think it's growing on me. 03-30-07
    by Areader 34 lines, 2 comments, on Mar 30 4:18 PM 2007. In Fantasy, Weird, Life
  • by Areader 52 lines, 5 comments, on Mar 23 4:05 PM 2007. In Society, Thoughts, Life, Personal, Adult
  • Calendars annoy the living hell out of me.
    Paper glossed in protective coating, slick and vacuumed packed.
    All so I can’t smudge the days
    by Areader 44 lines, 5 comments, on Mar 14 9:37 AM 2007. In Personal, Thoughts
  • Transforming this casual demeanor, into a warped reflection
    Mirror image of a double ganger, begging to misbehave.
    by Areader 34 lines, 3 comments, on Mar 9 3:20 PM 2007. In Society, Personal, Thoughts
  • Of these minds behind eyes, gleaming passions within irises.
    Distracting from refractions of bent images, from the shades that warp the ro
    by Areader 24 lines, 4 comments, on Mar 2 12:11 PM 2007. In Life, Fantasy, Thoughts
  • Vixen’s arms licking the air apearing an infernoes tounge, dancing for no one and everyone.
    by Areader 55 lines, 12 comments, on Feb 20 3:12 PM 2007. In Humor, Society, Thoughts
  • This is the second revision and I think it's getting better. I have long had a habbit of being wordy and long winded, so I hope this versio
    by Areader 49 lines, 8 comments, on Jan 17 1:59 PM 2007
  • Wondering and pondering I step too close to maybes edge.
    On the line with another dividing lovers from friends.
    by Areader 14 lines, 8 comments, on Oct 19 3:42 PM 2006. In Love
  • I the fool scribble these words for the sake of love.
    Like so many jesters before me, I praised the lack & then the rush.
    by Areader 66 lines, 9 comments, on Oct 5 2:04 PM 2006. In Personal, Love
  • I’m isolated in thought when I feel the pause…… in people’s voices.
    That shift in tone and body linguistics trying to announce what’s not…
    by Areader 47 lines, on Oct 3 4:14 PM 2006. In Weird, Personal, Angst
  • I’m lost, and gone. Hollow and full of photographs of someone I looked like once upon a midnight in May.
    by Areader 110 lines, 4 comments, on Sep 20 3:47 PM 2006. In Weird, Personal, Angst
  • The pace is pain.
    Step after step igniting nerves like propane
    soaked tendrils crawling through flesh to brain.
    by Areader 63 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 12 3:54 PM 2006. In Abuse, Love, Angst
  • Bitterness imbibes bickering while cradling polite reservations.
    Romance chokes on silent grievances as tongs twist with anticipation.
    by Areader 10 lines, 3 comments, on Sep 11 5:06 PM 2006. In Sad, Personal, Love
  • So I think that whom ever coined the phrase “ silence is golden” must have labored a lifetime in a steal mill or bell tower.
    by Areader 83 lines, 8 comments, on Sep 11 5:05 PM 2006. In Weird, Other, Angst
  • Constantly and consistently I empathies with a stunted poet.
    Not because I consider myself a poet by any means, but becuase the phrasing w
    by Areader 61 lines, 4 comments, on Sep 11 5:02 PM 2006. In Personal
  • Unmotivated.
    Un moving.
    by Areader 43 lines, 6 comments, on Sep 11 4:59 PM 2006. In Nature, Humor, Angst
  • A heart beating but barley breathing,
    beaten, battered, calloused and torn apart.
    Bruised from hoping and betrayed by a fairytale laced
    by Areader 44 lines, 6 comments, on Sep 11 4:56 PM 2006. In Sad, Love, Dark
  • The Candle Named Today
    By
    by Areader 49 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 11 4:51 PM 2006. In Personal, Other
  • Thoughts spin through my mind in and out like wind blown sands.
    Each fragmented piece of intellect is akin to grains of desert soil
    by Areader 44 lines, 1 comment, on Sep 11 4:12 PM 2006. In Personal, Other
  • Stress builds like a toy chest, filled to excess with remnants of past joys.
    Each breathe an abscess of pressured pictures pulsing with us
    by Areader 27 lines, 3 comments, on Sep 11 4:01 PM 2006. In Love, Sad
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