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A Conversation Between Love and Death
At the edges of Time, in a far distant land,
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The footfall's sound was muffled by the wild autumn breeze.
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Lying in eternal rest, cold hands folded on your chest,
I contemplate the senselessness of violence.
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The incessant drip, drip, drip had proved effective in fostering the insanity that had threatened to overtake him these last few hours. It had not been nearl
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Here is a link to my idea. Its pretty basic.
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The Duck
One morning on my way to w
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Afterglow
Keenly aware of the ache in my back,
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I actually quite liked this poem, it reminded me of "The Highwayman" by Alfred Noyes. I do agree, however, that it does need a bit of polish.
One thing that I
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More swiftly than the wild winds, I run
Locked in this elusive course,
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Stylistically speaking, this peice is Shel Silverstien meets political incorrectness.
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Seeking wisdom from one who has fallen
As one who wishes to.
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Is m_mory is th_ first to go?
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You would probably be surprised to find just how often I hear the question "Dominangel, (names have been changed to protect the insane) how did you develop your
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No words rang as true as her silence,
No joy like that found in her tears.
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I awoke to the sound of the stars singing,
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And so I told him one by one
What love had made and hate’s undone:
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Be careful what you wish for...
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Each choice we did choose not to make
And each new trial lost or left untried
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A moment gone, It's silent passing lacking any mention.
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This poem was written about no one in particular at some point in my life...
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A musing about the nature of art.
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Cherry Cavendish
The smell of Cherry Cavendish perfumes the air,
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Is it Art or is it Madness? Is there a difference?
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There is no darkness in my days,
Those hours held in sunlight’s pall.
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Ray Harryhausen is my god...
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Simply poetic expression of love
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"Meat tastes like murder, and murder tastes pretty damn good!" - Dennis Leary
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Welcoming Death with open arms...and legs
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