- Member since April 12, 2008.
- I am a 38 year old person
- I have 2 comments, 3 archived poems, 107 poems, 3 journals
My Poetry
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/ Acrophobics on a tight rope, one inch off the ground. / anticipated serendipity, the deaf can feel sound. / acutely apathetic, because anarchy rules! / abundant spiritual poverty, monkeys can use tools. / balanced insanity, becoming partiall213 words, January 20
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The jagged, blinding whiteness? / the weeping face of divinity. / the center of forgiveness? / the ripple of infinity. / / A victim of our circumstance? / a pain is self inflicted. / in a burning room we dance. / an ignorance depicted!68 words, January 20
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Only love's rain. / Reveals the wind. / Of hurricane's. / Beneath her skin. / / And savage pen. / Between the lines. / Makes average men. / Presciently shine. / / New heart's embrace. / What skins regret. / Two shards of face.91 words, January 20
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blurb this ... im just writing down some shit on my mind .. - is this done? at allpoetry
inside every universe.
in and of the universe. - black & white & color (blue) at allpoetry
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I wake up crying like the morning dew
My journal entries
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me... age? ... late teens ~ in a discussion with the anger counselor: management amc: so you don't think what you did was wrong? me: no! amc: how could you not? Ted you smashed up a liquor store! (background info: the liquor store employee refused my state issued identification flinging it back at meFebruary 15, 400 words. → 5 comments, Add one?
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i am well aware that the only constant in this universe is change but... it can be quite frustrating when the changes occurring seem to act as catalyst for digression. 1 2 3 for instance: 4 do you remember when kindness used to be a strength? 5 or when a handshake and a look in the eyeJune 30, 2009, 200 words. → 3 comments, Add one?
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i'll ask you questions that you know the answer to. so you'll become a dragon and the fire will be your breath of life... and it will forge what's out of sight. you first must empty, to be filled with redemption. life, it is killing you... when all that you need do. is to find the wounded child. 1June 25, 2009, In Draft. 100 words. → 5 comments, Add one?
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on untitled by , on January 20
not knowing much about form ...
i won't comment on it ... this is an awesome image filled masterpiece in my mind though



double edged
it comes down to the double standard in my mind .... for instance why are men called stud, pimps ...ect. while women are called sluts & whores? ... i say cut out the middle man and just pay 4 it upfront... cut& dry ... no fuss no muss