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It's the taste of vomit that really gets you. Not the thick stench of perfume.
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It's fast,
Like your own eyes,
by Just Paper
25 lines, 1 comment,
on Jan 25 12:09 AM
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Oh God help us, Braid us in tangles of weeds.
by Just Paper
14 lines, 1 comment,
on Jan 15 3:51 AM
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And so I find myself controlling, Something that I know is not myself,
by Just Paper
6 lines, 1 comment,
on Jan 15 3:29 AM
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Love is such a simple word.
Four letters long, it seems absurd,
by Just Paper
75 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 11 1:39 PM 2007
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"What is love?"
Said the man to the soft sky above.
by Just Paper
23 lines, 2 comments,
on Aug 20 2:24 AM 2007
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I suppose I don’t know,
What will happen,
by Just Paper
5 lines, 3 comments,
on Aug 20 2:05 AM 2007
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There’s a placemat on,
The table where,
by Just Paper
55 lines, 3 comments,
on Aug 20 1:58 AM 2007
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by Just Paper
21 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 17 12:18 AM 2007
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That day when both our eyes did meet,
Accompanied by our steady feet.
by Just Paper
11 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 17 12:10 AM 2007
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No one is worth as much as you,
You know this to be true.
by Just Paper
28 lines, 4 comments,
on Aug 13 2:46 AM 2007
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There's a boy I don't know down the road.
He's younger than I, and doesn't know I know,
by Just Paper
9 lines, 2 comments,
on Aug 13 2:28 AM 2007
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I guess you’re callous now. / Tired of all the things you’re tired of. / Weary from all the hopes you wired up, / To dry in the sun that you thought was fired up, / But your sun is cold and your heart is done, / And
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A step into your own thoughts will help you understand, / That you really have no idea where it is that you stand. / Where too many steps in one direction can leave you stranded, / Where too many directions can leave yo
by Just Paper
9 lines, 1 comment,
on May 26 12:22 AM 2007
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The fireplace we would sit for hours at a time. / Where our children would have sat if you were still mine. / I found a chunk of burnt wood at the top left side, / In the shape of a heart. It must me a sign.
by Just Paper
3 lines, 1 comment,
on May 11 11:21 PM 2007
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From atop the stairway your body will hang, / Awaiting my merciful hand to give way, / To the salvation you desire for the love that you gave, / But your love has grown stale, and its time to pay.
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by Just Paper
3 lines, 1 comment,
on Mar 14 1:55 PM 2007
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The wool on the ground is the symbol of faith, I know as the shepherd swings, The staff to his herd, as a dozen death birds flock all arou
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by Just Paper
3 lines, 2 comments,
on Feb 22 11:48 PM 2007
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Dreams are made of money
by Just Paper
9 lines, 2 comments,
on Feb 15 11:41 PM 2007
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by Just Paper
7 lines, 4 comments,
on Feb 15 10:05 PM 2007
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by Just Paper
18 lines, 1 comment,
on Feb 13 12:37 AM 2007
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by Just Paper
25 lines, 6 comments,
on Feb 11 12:54 PM 2007
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Spare me the unnaturally red walls, I must head home. This room is filled with styrofoam.
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Who woke up with a headache thinking, "There's no end to this..."
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Please tell me what you feel.
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We've been driving for hours on hours on end.
You look at me with a sudden glance.
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I know the answer to this question
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A little girl, an empty street.
A silence accompanies her steady feet.
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A second though, this may be wrong.
Do these words really belong?
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The flow is better when it rhymes.
The Poem is better when it is new.
by Just Paper
22 lines, 2 comments,
on Dec 5 6:00 PM 2005. In Sad
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