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Like the WormsA Poem by MortriciaPutting myself together. |
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The Basement StairA Poem by David Lewis PagetI’d rented out the basement of A house I used to own, I hated renting places I preferred to live alone, I wasn’t good.. |
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....Till death do Us Part...A Poem by lacklusterlover's fate. |
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These Old BonesA Poem by J.V. StanleyJust a general poem about the lifespan of the average person. *shrugs* Daniel Lieske has some beautiful artwork, see daniellieske.com to see more. |
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Meat-hooksA Story by Daniel AtkinsonAn aging boxer fights his last. |
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The Scribe in the Woods of TimeA Poem by David Lewis PagetThere’s an ancient wood where nobody goes That’s hid in the mists of time, It covers a hundred miles or so To the west of.. |
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Garden of EdenA Poem by SolomonThere will come the time when your bones turn blackin the fire of the ages all covered in dust,and your heart will leave your skin in a flurry of rose.. |
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The Symmetry of Your BonesA Poem by Elaenor AislingBeing a fan of the Mentalist, Criminal Minds and Bones, Im not surprised the content ran into my poetry... |
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~Exhausted~A Poem by Mr.AllegoryEvery bone in our body creeks Xyster cleaned and ready to do its work Half past 4’Oclock And the clock continues with litany Unfo.. |
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It Burns the SteelA Poem by HiddenKnivesAbout an all consuming fire |
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Repetition, repossessionA Poem by MercelusLiving with out experiences is a waste of a life. At times we all forget how precious life is, and how little time we have. Make the best out of it. |
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The Shadow of Elspeth BrownA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe sky was grey on that fateful day, The sun was going down, I made my way through a field of hay To the cottage of Elspeth Brown. .. |
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The BoneyardA Poem by David Lewis PagetOn the thirteenth day of the seventh month Big Max came into town, He came with a clutch of plans, he said, We’d be ‘mad .. |
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ana thoughts.A Story by Sashalate at night. anorexia. |
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The StakeA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe dig was held at Sozopol Beside the Black Sea shore, Where Iskra Angelova Came parading, past my door. She asked me, was I St.. |
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Your New BedA Poem by Alexa Taschjust me being silly |
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Creative BoneA Poem by lisalureeYikes....I am just refounding my love of poetry. Somehow I just can't stop the chanting in my head....writing it all down..... |
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Night on Bald MauntainA Poem by BalanceA tribute to Modest Mussorgsky (1839–1881). this is a composition Inspired by Russian literary works and legend. Mussorgsky made a witches' sab.. |
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