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Her sweet whisper, a gentle reminder
We’re often looking up and ahead instead of in front
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duck dodge turn jump / S w I n G / another dangerous t / u / r / &n
by kryspin
26 lines, 3 comments,
on Jun 27 12:46 PM 2007
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just beat me with a stick and call it love
it'll hurt just the same
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The crowd clutters Umbrellas fly open
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as if time could hold it together
by kryspin
16 lines, 1 comment,
on Jun 26 7:40 AM 2007
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but then again i have no general direction -except sideways after 3 left turns. oh and 23-5= tuesday
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there is no preview. only dentists cringing
by kryspin
11 lines, 6 comments,
on May 26 8:55 PM 2007
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Behind the shutter / Magic and art happen / Behind every lens / And every new frame / Something beautiful explodes / In an extravagant prin
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Bend but do not break
Quiver but fear not the quake
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Another night to remember, Perhaps too clad and shiny Formally known as some kind of Introduction to modern trendy society
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To write something
For someone that I have
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Chips of guilt
Settle painfully
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Chips of guilt Settle painfully
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We join Myspace, Allpoetry, Youtube, Vampire freaks, Tagged, Bootycall and Face book ; just to name a few. But just how much do we
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Taken away by the smelling salts Of a reality not meant to be questioned
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Here comes the new year Hours are wasting away
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You sure have a funny way of showing Just how much you value friendship,
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Covered in dreams and stale water
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Let me show you the poetic
Ropes from what I know,
by kryspin
11 lines, 6 comments,
on Jun 22 3:51 PM 2006. In Other
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Entwined in the scent of despair, Which always attracts the weak And frightens the strong
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Running with scissors Just to kill time Or to make friends think That risks are being taken.
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poetry remains.The passion grows.Even if many cringe at the garbage While praising the glory of few
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My phone is on the charger Our photo is on my empty heart
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Watching waves make tracks, Observing trees meeting clouds
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in loving memory of bruce savard
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Regardless what the books say
Or who taught you the world
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On the far north sits the weeping willow, Who’s branches dangle for miles Tickling minnows and decorating rocks
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Fun, frisky risky shadows sharing a moment on the wall
like the bodies that have created them
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I’ve worn sequins, beads and things of the whore
taking any prop and penniless smiles
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the echoe falls on deaf ears
in a room with no pickup
by kryspin
17 lines, 19 comments,
on May 10 12:51 PM 2006. In Dark
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Could I be any more than disassembled Debris floating in nothing, keeping adrift
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and the stars gossip
mercury is coming and mars isnt happy
by kryspin
17 lines, 7 comments,
on Apr 27 2:38 PM 2006. In Love
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coining a new phrase. for all the insensitive asses out there
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only a mixture under the moonlight
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