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Deadly NightshadeA Poem by Zoe JayFrom ICE whence we came, we learned where to find our WARM NEEDS, in that cold, death-like limbo, which our ancestors DEFIED, it was our V.. |
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Time's WallA Poem by JohnTheSavageEngaged in the dance of our lives, our eyes meet.A momentary glance means much more that that among the twirling feet.Alas, what barrier works better .. |
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revelationA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonthe truth. |
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For YouA Poem by Haley SmithPassion.You all try to quell mine.When the blood gushes to my heartand the fuel to my soul,I think ahead."Stop taking it so seeeeriously.Calm down.Why.. |
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Life is PreciousA Poem by Haley Smith"Life is precious.That is God's child."Your thesis with no argument.Your veil for your desire to control."Life is precious.How could you?Baby killer!".. |
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SENILE - not so elderly any more.A Story by Melanie Jane Boicourt Sha..Created on: March 28, 2007 Last Updated: May 03, 2007 |
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dirty poemA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonrife with it. |
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In the villiage of chain-linked fencesA Poem by Curiosity's VirtuosoA constricted fence chokes nothing but life |
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Twisted vines, morbid minds.A Poem by laura hopeI'm starting to learn something sharp.Like a blade it brings feelings so new and it's burning.People don't act, think like they say they do.I once tho.. |
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Billy From PhillyA Poem by SoulCrusader (Yas)My name is Billy, I live on the backstreets of Philly. Well I’m homeless and may well as be nameless. People pass me by, don’t even w.. |
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One Man's SecretA Poem by Nicole AlexandraIknew a man, who appeared disheveled and broken although he wasnt broken, not just yet His eyes were kind Their blue held tears of joy and suffer.. |
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my city, the loverA Poem by Daniel Atkinsondrunk. |
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lords of whateverA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonyeah, it's all just gone to s**t like those pretty dreams we had just last night or the night before or whenever we decided it was safe to hope.. |
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Submission of a boy lableled as a s**tA Poem by SpokenWordWithin the darkness of commonality under an old blanket made of fake fur hides a little boy who dreams of bad girls who carried themselv.. |
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SocietyA Poem by BrokenGirlSo many voices screaming so loud in my head Society people call you Screaming so loud. So much. How could you push someone to this? Lonley people c.. |
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