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 As sitting under the light, I think of nothing but something right. I drag my feet over the burning surface, Dream of once being pure. Now... [read more] |
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Bouncing back and forth between full control and total dependability, I stand back in the dark corner and gaze upon what may come of what I... [read more] |
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Dipping forward, towards the flash of light peeking out from side the mountain top, looking past my surroundings, I find worth and accept... [read more] |
 You may not know how much you mean to me, I may not ever find a way to make you see. You've touched my life and shaped my heart, To lose you... [read more] |
 Have you been to the darkside of the moon? Living amongst shadows conversations become Dull grabbing the bull by it's horns. My reflection... [read more] |
 i see images where tarty red toenails wear your smile 10 cute portraits void of fetish intent and wiggling within a physical landscape lik... [read more] |
 DEAD RINGERS Cathedral bells fall slowly from leaden beams embedded with casual phrases, flippantly tossed about toward heaven pell-mell wi... [read more] |
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Converse Satiating Contrary to literary consensus, despair speaks clearly. Anguish does not whine, scream, or whimper. It speaks dull monot... [read more] |
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WOUNDED BUTTERFLY Calm reigns within the sleepy confines of a child’s precarious cocoon, where silk strands weave a subtle pattern against... [read more] |
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Wouldn't it be nice If I could tap all my energy Into good Rather than wasting power On the determined, the unchangable I love myself, but I... [read more] |
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It hurts Like little hot pricks From a dirty needle Into my temple Where I flinch in pain My hands jump My legs My face Won't stop twitching... [read more] |
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I've seen you all make your stupid mistakes I've seen you all fall down I've seen you when you can barely talk I've seen you tug off your sk... [read more] |
 Every now and then you come strolling thru my mind. Hauling back old memories of the sweetest kind. Of a wonderful chance meeting on a... [read more] |
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Last night as I was browsing, within this hall of fame. I came upon a poets site, while searching random names. I looked upon their titles,... [read more] |
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Cell Mates Freedom’s cry is dim indeed when one can roam the world at will and never have the path impede the goal, and be impri... [read more] |