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The process of Waiting..I know, I am really out of poetic vibe.
Appassionata - one of Beethoven's works -
Like a catcus
with mandarin peels -
One of the classic nature poems. I intend to write something related to my continual staying up late, but it turned out to be another piece
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Another annual request to write Christmas poems. But I think my ideas are getting cliche, is there something else besides Santa, reindeer,
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I have written this with a pickled brain, honestly.
Only e.e. Cummings and stars are on my mind right now.by thepyromaniac 331 lines, 2 comments, on Nov 16 10:40 PM 2006 -
Quivering chills
Hallowing in pangs of coldness -
Midsummer madness
in crisped sun rays,by thepyromaniac 22 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 9 11:39 PM 2006. In Contemporary -
Lost in dazzling constellations
a kaleidoscope of blue, silver and yellowby thepyromaniac 21 lines, 1 comment, on Jul 12 11:16 AM 2006. In Contemporary -
Showers of rain
sprinkle like a kaldeiscope's shake:by thepyromaniac 27 lines, 2 comments, on Jun 9 11:04 AM 2006. In Fantasy, Contemporary, Collaboration -
Crashing coconuts
weave sequential dances;by thepyromaniac 19 lines, 3 comments, on Apr 10 11:03 AM 2006. In Nature -
Moonflowers -
an aura of perfumeby thepyromaniac 15 lines, 3 comments, on Feb 23 11:18 PM 2006. In Nature -
Blackened carpets of night
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Literature feeds me
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Euphoria: great essences of happiness
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Spattered brushes of yellow and red:
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The glimmering moonlight
graceful resemblance</FONT -
The Parasite hid in my room,
building his little cocoonby thepyromaniac 32 lines, 5 comments, on Mar 28 5:45 AM 2005. In Humor -
Midnight: velvets and satins of waves
swash while fairies weave their secret realmby thepyromaniac 13 lines, 3 comments, on Mar 16 8:37 PM 2005. In Fantasy -
Minuet
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Celestial stars
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Iˇ¦m in my classroom, my form tutor is screaming at me.
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If I die tonight, let this be my last poem.
Today is the end
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