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Little lion cub beware the eyes of the father
by Sarah957
24 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 6 4:26 PM
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Ideally,
My love is a Persian cat
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A poem about the inner child left behind
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A silly poem for partners in crime
by Sarah957
39 lines, 10 comments,
on Jun 17 9:57 PM
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I always knew we had fire, just to see you smile makes my heart fly
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Gentle tide has turned angry
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The battle lines are irrecoverably drawn.
Insanely we march,
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The battle lines are drawn. Insanely we march,
by Sarah957
15 lines, 1 comment,
on Dec 17 5:31 AM 2008
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I imagine your lips
like gentle satin's kiss,
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The sky is falling
And I chase after the pieces with my
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I had a dream
that he and i were friends again.
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The tide rises to repeat ,
magnetic pull on weary legs,
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Roped by love I
follow you down the rabbit hole.
by Sarah957
14 lines, 6 comments,
on Sep 25 8:01 AM 2008. In Life, Love, Angst, Contemporary, Personal, Sad, Society, Thoughts, Dark
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A voice within calls out to deep, begging to be heard.
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People ask how long its been and
I don't even know the answer anymore.
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For the second time Ms Uppity spits significant hate at my doorstep. She looks at me with malice, like I am the reason for all her problems.
by Sarah957
21 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 7 8:44 PM 2008
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I see the damage of the critical words in the wounded look in your eyes
She has taught you that its about the pursuit of perfection and th
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She spit her criticism like
yesterdays cereal.
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You show your colors, proud peacock strutting,
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I sit among you
quiet as a mouse I
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I climb in darkness Missteps are the expectation now
by Sarah957
30 lines, 8 comments,
on Aug 13 1:59 PM 2008
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My name is Triple D and I’m coming to a coach near you
I’ll take all your worldly goods while you stare at my gazzu’s
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I year for you like ocean for moon,
magnetized
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Tonight fireworks crackle across the sky,
light up the night without fear or apology
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Anger pools up inside me like hot gasoline,
filling up lakes that i thought i had emptied
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Like dough in your hands
you try to mold me
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There is a girl with angel wings.
She never tires , never screams.
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Its been months since I've seen your face
felt your breath on my neck
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Grey wolf sat in his sick bed, a scar still running down his belly where the Hunter had cut Little Red out. It should have marked his shame, but he says it never happened. He told whoever would listen that Evil Hunter and Lit
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my step is heavy
with the unspoken
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M I N E
That’s what was written across the bedroom wall in dripping gobs of red.
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Daddy wanted to leave something good behind for his little girl.
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