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Who's coming to my Party said Eric the Wild Giraffe,
We will have some beers,and raise some cheers and all have a bloody good laugh
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I soar vast leagues along this dark sea’s span, Where moons cyclopean exert a pull
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by Debra A Baugh
63 lines,
on Dec 4 7:13 AM. In Adult, Erotica, Fantasy, Life, Love, Thoughts, Sensual, Longing, Sexual, Lust
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You cannot see past my innocent eyes you cannot see im the devil in disguise
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Yet I cannot resist so well the many
oddly-timed thoughts I have
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You looked into my eyes and lied so proudly
Left a knife so deep in my back,
by Skylet
10 lines, 2 comments,
on Dec 3 11:55 PM. In Life, Pain, Personal, Sad, Society, Thoughts, Weird, Hope, Fantasy, Dark
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Sitting inside yet again I thought to myself as I watched the rain pelt the window.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT.
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Trickery will fail
Pain, you will be ailed
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Trickery will fail
Pain, you will be ailed
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Lost in a memory
wishing it to be reality...
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Oh, this cool and tireless night.
Crisp and comfortable;
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Pending Poem: Not my best, but was inspired by a song (see NOTES) and thus I wrote
Will revise... Meant to be read slowly
by Archangel Knight
32 lines,
1 day ago. In Love, Heaven, Rose, Dream, Peace, Hope, Thoughts, Life, Lyrics, Fantasy
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My heart is hurting- I feel sick, like I have been crying…my hands are numb, I never cried over you, but I feel like I have, you know that feeling at the back of your through just after you cried its warm but as if you have b
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Nobody is perfect, i wanted Pizza anyhow.
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lying in a field face down
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will you be here next year,do you know i hope so because you seem so dear
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In Rajapor the incandescent sun Illumines stone cyclopi when the sky
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Unending storms will not let go.
Rending the spirit with each blow.
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Is that you, Sweet Death, standing half concealed
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Through a howling forest,
on a freezing winter night,
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Love...the funeral of hearts and, an ode to cruelty
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"Diabolos, get away from her!"
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Always the people of the moss are there,
Their arms of tangled twigs
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The wine of dreams I’ve deeply drunk
Here on this autumn afternoon,
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Far from environs of our boiling sun,
She fled from me to realms ineffable
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Your music is colourless it just colours me
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Oh, if only Love had a face,
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THE SNUFFLEDORK
The SnuffleDork is a funny old Bird
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So softly sirens sing
soothing seductive song.
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Imaginations fed with imagery
of living trees that breathe
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