

Past, Present, FutureAnd I was once Dickens, at his worst: Flowing with grace and eloquence, Every line supreme, decadent.Past, Present, Future
But now, it's all gone to hell, And though the lines may be true, They no longer drip and dangle with the mystery surrounding the honesty.
Now you don't seem so perfect, But then, it might just be me. So, go on, ask your questions; I'll answer every one. Tom Waits on the radio, "Can I kiss you? and then I'll be gone."


CoreDark of night, Cigarette smoke drifts into the window, And, oh, for two souls to meet. A collision of lips and hips, Of lilac and amber, Pulsating, ringing passion echoes through Earth's core.Core


Seven NumbersAt what time of night does it bloom into day? And how are we to know which day will be our last? Incessantly, I scribble and hope for Words that make sense, And should they collapse or collide, Then I will let it be so.Seven Numbers
And try as I might, I struggle to refrain from using your name. So, I suppose I hate the honesty pouring from these tired hands,
But I would settle for the satisfaction in knowing that your eyes have rolled over these very lines.
My brain replaces my heart on every page, And you will forever remain Seven numbers away.


The End of the EndDying for the masterpiece, I make one last attempt before retiring quietly. Every word on every line on every page is a waste. Nothing makes sense. If this drowning voice in my head could commit itself to the paper, I may remain sane, But it never happens that way.The End of the End
Another story about being anywhere but here, Anyone but me, Any time but now.
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There are no bored people only lazy people
A BIG THANK TO =psivamp for the cute avatar she made me :grope:
I chose your poem, "Grey with Old Age" to be featured in my journal entry.
The feature focuses on poems regarding colors. Guess which one "Grey with Old Age" won for?
Congrats and keep on writing!
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"Look down at me and see a fool;
look up at me and see a god;
look straight at me and see yourself."
/Charles Manson
VIVA LE PICNIC!
nice poems...
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You can't just go around trying to poison everyone who's mean to us. It's not good!
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"Give every day the chance to become the most beautiful day in your life." Mark Twain
Lots of free beer!
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When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food,
it ennobled our hearts and enriched our blood;
Our soldiers were brave and our courtiers were good.
Oh, the roast beef of old England! And oh, for old England's roast beef!
-by Richard Leveridge
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When I kiss you like a lover
That is when we discover
We are burning in the fire
This love will never tire
~Papa Roach
The Fire
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