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for I no longer feel the sting
their soulful bleeding ought to bring
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when last i died,
my words ran cold
by jc mcgee
59 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 13 7:45 PM 2008
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too much the freak in shadows wrapped
or trapped
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i am mercurial and vague,
the hint of a storm
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i never knew such beauty breathed
in subtle motions
by jc mcgee
17 lines, 5 comments,
on Feb 10 10:39 AM 2006. In Love
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twice forsaken
beyond the veil,
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i love you because i am empty without you,
a dry husk crawling through the desert of life.
by jc mcgee
41 lines, 5 comments,
on Aug 8 11:05 AM 2005. In Love
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as though there are no angels
in your solitary plane
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without you i am frail,
rotting in a tomb
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the leaves are falling now,
more softly than my tears
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words died
on the lingual vine,
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i don't know what to say right now other than nate (for those who know her and about us) was sent back to england and we didn't see each other, the customs offi
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slide down slowly,
hands upon cold leather,
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"The mystic chords of memory stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone, all over this broad land, will yet swell
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behind my eyes it moves -
a slow and screaming hell,
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what matters the moon
when rape greets the fragile
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you'll never see a poor man
on capitol hill
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if you died tonight
there would be no world,
by jc mcgee
22 lines, 4 comments,
on Oct 9 11:38 PM 2004. In Love
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turning the rock
of the universal city,
by jc mcgee
19 lines, 9 comments,
on Oct 6 7:40 PM 2004. In Dark
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i'm tired of writing poems
in your quiet memory,
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don't try to hide
your fat ass behind
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what hours pass now,
they are a constant dirge -
by jc mcgee
67 lines, 17 comments,
on Sep 26 9:09 PM 2004. In Love
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is there time for another poem
before the blue,
by jc mcgee
23 lines, 7 comments,
on Sep 17 9:57 PM 2004. In Weird
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let us pause,
on our way to hell
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we are insects in
captivity
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a wretched crucible
smoldered in my ribs
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and there is naught
but me to remember,
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photographs that hold
what i no longer can
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in a hushed lull,
boughs still and wait
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hiding behind
pieces of you,
by jc mcgee
15 lines, 6 comments,
on Aug 29 1:41 PM 2004. In Angst
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what linen dreams wait
beyond the still window,
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this vacant room
is a dying womb
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poisoned by our veins,
they drift between us
by jc mcgee
41 lines, 14 comments,
on Jul 29 8:06 PM 2004. In Dark
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