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In a village in the woods / there live a people fair / with pointed ears and bird song laughs, / with moonlight in their hair / / And in that village in the woods / they tell a story true / of love and lust and fairy dust, / which I’ll
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My mind was resting with the sun, / My heart was resting, / The day was done, / / Amber, crimson, beauty’s brush, / Wiped across the sky,
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Ego Man, Ego Man
Always got the best hand.by algoressister 69 words, 2 comments, on Mar 8 1:01 PM. In Beat, Contemporary, Free verse, Hope, Humor, Life, Lyrics, Pain, Rhyme, Sad, Society -
There will always be someone...: / / To listen when she wants to talk, to hug when she needs a friend, / To understand no matter what, to love and never end. / To be there no matter when or where, to think about at night, / To shine and gli
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Nobody ever listens; / Nobody ever cares; / Nobody ever bothers to look; / I'm still here. / / Still walking this long narrow moutain; / Wby WrittenRay 187 words, 2 comments, on Feb 23 11:15 AM. In Rant, Rhyme, Society, Thoughts, Life, Free verse
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If you ever want someone to listen, / I'll always be right there, / To listen to your worries, / To show you how I really care. / / If yoby WrittenRay 85 words, 8 comments, on Feb 12 11:19 AM. In Rant, Rhyme, Sad, Thoughts, Love, Life, Contemporary
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spreading words thin upon the surface, / the world's too fast to draw it all, / in those harrowing shades of blue and green, / we force
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May I stand alone / Beneath the tree of light / Dreaming of your voice / In my broken respite / / My strength fails / As I try to stand /
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My beautiful angel / She cries scarlet tears / For the world she loves / And the world she fears / / Her eternal flame / I remain by forev
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Salvation was my only path / When I heard the judge bells toll / And let it not be ever said / That God can't take your soul / / And though it bought a second chance / To be the Vermin's knave / I bow my head to certify / I’m the emperors
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The girls with white washed faces / Stagger through the lamp lit street / Into the seediest embraces of / Someone they’ll never meet. / Thby dirty clean poet 78 words, 2 comments, on Oct 19 6:04 PM 2008. In Contemporary, Rhyme, Society, Sad, Life, Beat
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There’s a little girl / With spiders in her hair, / With grimy, yellow teeth / And a sullen sorry stare. / / There’s a little girl / With
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/ / / My Dad told me to stay away / from the path / / Hell hath no fury / like a girl in red / but she'll lure you / with her basketfull / of goodies / / that's what my oul' fella said / / Of course, I had to look /
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