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  • Never Fall in Love on June 16
    you joined ap two days after me.
  • film on May 13
    have you been writing?
  • Lj- on April 29

    Nothing new from you since January fourth.
    You're killing me.

  • the atlantic on April 6
    enta my contest
  • hilly on March 19
    if you could enter my contest that would be awesome
  • outofsadness on March 10
    you know, I don't really remember ever having conversations with you. somehow, I still miss them.
  • Lj- on February 16

    Give me something new to read

  • outofsadness on January 4
    Are you counting those things again
    In hope that they get you in
    Pretending the wind is a breeze
    And letting your body freeze
    And if you ask yourself you could stop these wayward pleas
    So get up off of your knees
    No matter what your father said or the books you read
    Maybe you should save yourself instead

    We jumped at the count of nine
    But you still needed more time
    You jumped at the count of eighteen
    And let out a joyful scream
    And said now I can see
    But now you're just playing dead
    As you pray to be led
    But maybe you should save yourself instead
  • film on January 3
    you're due to write a poem
  • brandy. on December 24, 2008
    emptyness
  • hilly on December 13, 2008
    there is a man who sells balloons
    and he looks like a balloon.
    and when children buy balloons,
    they become them too!
    we walk around
    as balls of air
    knotted on strings.
    we float on patterns
    and currents
    and we sing


    la la la la la......
  • film on December 10, 2008
    enter my contest
  • outofsadness on December 9, 2008
    i always thoughts the words were

    with fate as malleable as clay...

    unless you're changing the words to make a point lol
  • Puking Faerie Dust on December 7, 2008
    you should write something newww
  • outofsadness on December 4, 2008
    the past is a grotesque animal yes
  • outofsadness on December 3, 2008
    I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
    you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
    oh what a contrast you were
    to the brutes in the halls
    my timid young fingers held a decent animal.

    Over the ramparts you tossed
    the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
    tied to a brick
    sweet as a song
    the years have been short but the days were long.

    Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
    we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
    when our kite lines first crossed
    we tied them into knots
    and to finally fly apart
    we had to cut them off.

    Since then it's been a book you read in reverse
    you understand less as the pages turn
    or a movie so crass
    and awkardly cast
    that even I could be the star.

    I don't look back much as a rule
    and all this way before murder was cruel
    but your memory is here and I'd like it to stay
    warm light on a winters day.

    Over the ramparts you tossed
    the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
    tied to a brick
    sweet as a song
    the years have seemed short but the days go slowly by
    two loose kites falling from the sky
    drawn to the ground and an end to flight.
  • hilly on November 15, 2008
    story you've grown up to become a man
    inside your spirit, comes out through your hands
    I see it in the way that you walk down the streets
    sirens follow at the path of your feet

    It's been three days since you've spoken to me,
    been many more since you had something to eat
    your silence is calming the weight off this hill
    for answers come quiet to the fasting and
    still

    so here we go, it's started again
    the ground opened up the hoop it begins
    we lost our way from the language of kin
    the wind it comes strong and it teaches again
    here we go, it started again
    the ground opened up and the hoop it begins

    so open me up, put your hate in my face
    I'll swallow it whole and put love in its place
    the old road is tired, I know that much for sure
    I've tasted a new
    one

    story you come back from losing again
    I trust you more knowing the places you've been
    come take your place with the healers and bards
    they're lighting the way as you walk from the dark
  • hilly on November 15, 2008
    how come no one leaves you guestbook entries
  • film on November 6, 2008
    i was reading all your poems today and realized how ridiculously inconsistent your style is. i like it. i really admire your work.
  • jeremiah abel on October 23, 2008
    would like you to write
  • jeremiah abel on September 20, 2008
    you hsould post the other poems that you love but hadn't posted because nobody would understand them.
  • hilly on September 6, 2008
    the flat lands stretch inside your mouth
    and when you laugh all the star-thistles stumble out
  • jeremiah abel on September 6, 2008
    if you dont' know what to say, would you at least tell me when you don't like a poem?
  • christopherbailey on August 25, 2008
    eventually this future's gonna swallow me
  • jaws theme song on August 21, 2008
    whats your wc3 username!?
  • the atlantic on August 17, 2008
    jk, got my own to crash now
  • the atlantic on August 12, 2008
    i'm gonna steal your car and crash it, for fun
  • likeforeignpost on August 8, 2008
    listen to peep-soul
  • the atlantic on August 7, 2008
    hey watch
  • hilly on August 2, 2008
    http://allpoetry.com/contest/2416383
  • christopherbailey on July 20, 2008
    you have not posted in a while.
  • geometry : some will seek forgiveness, others escape on July 17, 2008
    I heard a voice through the dischord
    Of a deluge of passers-by.
    I saw one gaze frozen in time
    Watching me passing by.
    I swear I'll know your face in the crowd,
    And I'll hear your voice so loud
    When you're whispering...

    Hey unfaithful I will teach you
    To be stronger, to be stronger.
    Hey ungraceful I will teach you
    To forgive one another.

    Here's my kiss to betray
    Desperate to brush the lips of grace.
    Do you feel hollow when you think of how I've lied?

    Oh sweet angel of mercy with your grace like the morning
    Wrap your loving arms around me.
    Oh sweet angel of mercy with your grace like the morning
    Wrap your loving arms around me.

    Hey unfaithful I will teach you
    To be stronger, to be stronger.
    Hey ungraceful I will teach you
    To forgive one another.
    Hey unfaithful I will teach you
    To be stronger, to be stronger.

    Hey unloving I will love you. I will love you, I will love you

    Jesus I'm ready to come home.
    Jesus, I'm ready to come home.
    I'm ready to come HOME.

    Hey Unfaithful,
    Hey Ungraceful,
    Hey Unloving,
    I will love you.

    Hey Unloving,
    I will love you
  • Cullen on July 5, 2007
    I've read 3 poems of yours. Yours is a style I am in love with. Just wanted to say.
  • likeforeignpost on May 22, 2007
    I'm happy that you can drive.

    the poem isn't about the fugue disorder itself, but someone that seems to have it
  • storeyann on May 15, 2007
    hi i really like your writing who is this?
  • jaws theme song on January 31, 2007
    'when I'm not writing, I'm not writing'
    ahahhaa
  • jaws theme song on October 3, 2006
    did you change your user name!?
    you can do that!?
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