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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
25 lines,
on Nov 12 2:31 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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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 Fenrir Rising
32 lines, 5 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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Inspired by Pantera's "Walk".
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by Ryno
45 lines, 8 comments,
on Apr 17 2:52 PM 2007. In Crime
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a whisper in the wind cries
as an apparition asks why?
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Sweat accumulates upon a dirty forehead, eager to breathe, Hoping to get by without notice, yet I only want to leave.
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(506 words) - For three days she had taken an evening stroll through the grassy area winding among the palm trees...
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by Ryno
55 lines, 13 comments,
on Mar 6 8:29 AM 2007. In Crime
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What the public sees is just greed… but he need to ignite in bright lights and delights of the city…
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The deepest sade of crimson and blackness.
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Black night saved me... The sun caught me again.
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Change the world in a sentence.
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How can this be real?
How can this be fake?
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The black night is a refugee. The red of the day mocks the red on my hands.
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On January 1st 2007, "The Killer" will become more than a killer. "The Killer" will change. More advanced in murder ways, "The Killer" wi
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With life as it always is is a bomb shell. And basically I'm saying the wind has died.
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If I can pull myself up from the madding pain. I would. I'm a fighter for the blood cause. And I'm walking the trail to death row.
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If I could pull myself up from the madding pain. I would.
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