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Maybe she's given up.
Maybe she's finally seen the truth.
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recycled souls that knew no better / drink in folly to sober endeavor / kicking the can / down the street / / to sample lifes little trea
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I can't remember. I can't / I can't recall the reason why / Neglected shell of infancy / I don't remember second chances / / I don't recal
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/ There is an emptiness sometimes / In things that tightens and loosens / In a torturous rhythm. / It beats away and then it hugs; / It sq
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the walrus looked onto the east / and knew just what he saw... / the shining of the promised feast / and the lions deafening roar. / / knowing that his time was short, / the walrus took a bow / from no words follows no retorts / and is pr
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Truth of light, / Burns this darkness, / Tearing away fear, / Left to seek solace / I fall, I stumble / Into grief, into pain / When we ha
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/ / These clouds / Debate the breath of Autumn / Destroying everything we know, we love / But yet we'll tear a shaken leaf / From its porcelain pedestal / Study. Imagine. / Unanimated growth. / / This sun, burning into / Silken
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I couldn't see this coming. / / I'd be more than likely / To take my seperate path / But I've grown to love you. / / This is more than
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I must leave my love / For you have dreamt / Of your summer's secret / Laying innocent in peace / / Only stars can see / Shimmering truths / Scattered over head / Let it come to pass / / I hear northern winds / Striving for the sun
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But I've lost / Invisible breath / From my stoned set / Of broken lungs. / / Heave / As I drown / In my own flesh. / / I could heal / If you did it again. / / Do it again. / I dare you. / / Call me a liar / I'll
by Twila Izzabella
218 words, 3 comments,
on Jun 6 3:53 PM. In Pain, Personal, Rant, Sad, Thoughts, Weird, Life, Love, Hope, Dark
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Sometimes it oozes past, / slow as ever, / sometimes reasonably paced, / like an evening stroll / in the summer, / with its breezes, / quiet and contemplative. / Enjoyable. / And sometimes / rushing water. / Loud, agressive, / fast
by Young Hawk
273 words, 2 comments,
on May 8 7:24 PM. In Weird, Thoughts, Free verse, Life, Personal, Contemporary, Friendship, Abstract, Beat
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When you're in a room,
surrounded by white walls,
who do you go to for help?
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A voice thrown down a darkened hall; I leave our door behind, / To step through twilight’s tremolo where The Hour of the Birds surrounds me
by Iorek
266 words, 7 comments,
on Mar 23 9:30 PM. In Angst, Beat, Fantasy, Gothic, Love, Nature, Personal, Spiritual, Weird. Reward
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I was not warned to fear the strike of One. / But still I cannot think the dark is void - / I’m not deceived - as for a thousand crimes / My Erinys is clawing at the family seat. / / Go to the glass for it will come: see grey / Mist creep upo
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It shapes in my mind. / It is not what it is. / It is what I want. / A canvas unique to my person. / , / Maybe it is two arms grasping the world / Two bodies in throws of love, / The righteous cry after a kill, / A bloody landscape where n
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The Bird of Fire is my name… / From the blessing sky, I came / To tell you my eternal story… / That survives over five centurie
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Yellow poem / / To all,hello / I`m a fellow / who will bellow / I LOVE YELLOW. / / Like And But Poem / / Some words i do not / like,like
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The black leaves were falling, / Marrying the crisp white snow. / No hint of colour was on this tree, / Purely a remnant oozing sorrow. / The vivid white snow sparkled, / Surroundi
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I took it to the wahing machine
and laid into it with a baseball bat
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by
94 words, 1 comment,
on Nov 21 1:29 PM 2006. In Weird
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by
133 words, 1 comment,
on Oct 1 6:26 AM 2006
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by
210 words, 1 comment,
on Aug 26 7:15 AM 2006
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by
174 words,
on May 14 3:40 AM 2006
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by
146 words,
on Mar 5 4:37 AM 2006
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by
95 words, 1 comment,
on Feb 3 9:06 PM 2006
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