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When the lone bird had circled
the white sand at dawn.
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The feeling is overwhelming
It gives me a lot of pleasure
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White Javelin slowly stops before me
Head on
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I am Miss Kitty, fresh off the Sydney bus.
There's no one around that I can trust.
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it's all an illusion
the dark
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Born a mistake Mamma told it so
Life is full of them the eyes see it so
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The sky seems pale compared to your blue face
When you saw her cheating with your own eyes.
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http://allpoetry.com/story/155786- Read that story for Raddon/Trey's point of view. The names in both stories have bee
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He's still out there
The killer of five sisters
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by Verlecia
24 lines,
on Mar 3 1:05 AM. In Adult, Abuse, Dark, Lyrics, Pain, Personal, Sad, Thoughts, slave, crime
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For five sisters
Two black and three white
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"Boy, you be good now," my momma warned,
"and put on your check shirt,
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She's fingering the s.t.i.t.c.h.e.s on her arms & torso
trying to pull herself back together;;
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Just how a dirty a word have RepubliCons made of "Neo"? You will know when you read this poem!
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Muffled screams fade
With one slash of my knife
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They lurk around corners,
Armed, grinning,
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Camaflouged / our bodies / stood still / waiting on the moon / to come from behind / the hill / Destination so Divine / The rarest of jewels
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Our eyes met in the elevator today, / but we didn’t say a word. / Upstairs, Carlos was poised to hear the verdict, / and you were ready to deliver it, / although your glance seemed to indicate otherwise.
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I'd Give It Up For You / The Sun, The Moon, The stars Above, / The coke, The weed, The booze, / The air I breathe, / The drugs I abuse, / I
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Scream my name, bathe me in tears / Cry out for mercy, tell me your fears / As I carve my name into your back / Pull harder on your bindings till your wrists almost snap / Shave your head, unveiling the white soft ski
by DirtyDeerock
32 lines, 6 comments,
on Jun 3 10:01 PM 2007. In Abuse, Angst, Dark, Pain, Personal, Society, Rage, Anger, Crime
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Misty vapors cloud the dawning sun, / A songbird sings its fluttering song, / Returning memories of days long gone, / Memories of a life no
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