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Bored out of my mind
watching Cops on the tube
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Creature,
Lurking in the dark.
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My solitude does nothing more
than accentuate the fact
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The secret window is a way,
To get people to stay,
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Setting eyes upon her,
For the first time of a ton,
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I have a dog...
She rocks...
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A short but powerful poem
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These pages she rips out
my love
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A sound rings through the hallways
As pebbles make their way from a pocket to a floor
by Systems Malfunction
51 lines, 1 comment,
on Mar 10 6:22 PM. In Life, Lyrics, Other, Spiritual, Thoughts, Bedlam, Interesting, Pain, Insane, Dark
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Matter squished into every form,
Exhausted,
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Factor this!
The -least common- thing....
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Each is beautiful
In its own way
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Good death; ahoy.
Euthanasia;
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Courage is what you seek...o.o
by Beverlique
21 lines, 6 comments,
on Dec 11 2:14 PM 2007. In Courage, Personal, Hope, Life, Thoughts, Inspirational, Touching, Moving, interesting
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Every end's a new beginning
And every beginning is an end
by Beverlique
10 lines, 8 comments,
on Nov 26 11:00 PM 2007. In Thoughts, Philosophy, interesting, relate, Personal, Sad, Happy, Life, Death, pain, pleasure
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When roses wilt and die
There's no reason to cry
by Beverlique
28 lines, 8 comments,
on Nov 25 9:29 PM 2007. In Death, Life, Flowers, Imagery, roses, sweet, interesting, thoughts, weird, g
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Shatter in mid air
by Kia Tenshi
4 lines, 3 comments,
on Nov 20 3:43 PM 2007. In pain, contest, dark, emotional, quicky, fun, weird, thoughts, sad, interesting
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her soft pretty wings were like silver in the moonlight
and she sang her sweet lullaby to the waves,
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She just stood there
watching the waves pass by,
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Their eyes surround me
as if in a dream,
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I stand still in feilds of fire
with the scarlet sky above and in the distance,
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by Systems Malfunction
42 lines, 7 comments,
on Aug 10 3:45 PM 2007. In Spiritual, Adult, Dark, Life, Pain, Personal, Society, Thoughts, Other, Interesting
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In another life I could...
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Sweeping slowly, a broom cracked with age / Roams across the wooden plains. / A bunny of dust gives a free bounce, / Then into a bin, it does pounce. / A small beetle corpse upside-down / Shoved into the small bunny
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When I touch you / I feel the need to express myself / Your touch makes my fingers cold / As I touch the paleness of you / Every time I inc
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