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the word in the stone

Just simple lines on paper, or tiny symbols on a screen just can't move solid stone, it often seems to me. Where I live and how I think is flesh and...

The Orbit of Learning

For Madmen Only

Dear Mother

Dear Mother -a yearning son As an infant, your lap, a cradle, Turning and twisting, I loved to cuddle. As a kid, your loving kisses, Seemed to me as...

Friendship

FRIENDSHIP Friendship is the magic bond That binds even the unknown. For apart we were born, Aloof and afar we grew. Met you as a stranger, Took u as...

Party Haiku

In a single room In Kensington Gardens Square A story comes true It is the story Of a womans own free will Both joyful and blue Seem like a party For...

My Eyes Are Wide Open

though too early for you to see what I mean, it's too late for me to leave the world unseen. though too hot to penetrate the reptile's heart, it's too cold for me to ply my customary art. though too low for me to claim a noble right, i'm far too right to bow to might. though too sophisticated to be happy moss, too primitive to rule as Fortinbras. Too sanguine to find quarrel in a straw, too fiery to submit to ignoble law. too black to muffle my midnight moan, too white to leave it vulgarly known. Too experienced to lay bloody trust in words, too naive to leave the election lights to birds. too wise to depress death as a cancer, too wonderfully hateful to call it an answer.

WRITEAHOLIC

I am a writeaholic. That could possibly be true, For I don't want to stop it; I feel like I'm compelled to.

030605

Tonight, I bought a large bottle of Heineken with one dollar given by my brother, forty cents from my mom, a pile of pennies mixed with half-burnt...

19th Century Love Story

This is my GCSE coursework, i got A* for it. It's about Elizabeth Turner's life and love.
Cherry

I Wanted To Be Invisible

A lot of people weren't liking me anymore.

Creature of the Dark

a poem

La Sultane(Mme de Montespan)

a poem about being a mistress

Why

unanswered questions

Mistaken Identity

Unfinished piece.

Brown Silhouette

Black Portaits

Filet of Soul

When I was six, I dreamt that my father died in a lush, forest park. I am usually ill at ease and it is my practice to turn this into the...

Enlightenment of Darkness, The

Eye opening darkness.

Mudslide

Mother Nature in action.

to an Old Muse

A poem about a girl I knew in high school

It's the little things that kill.

a play on the popular "Bush" song from "sixteen stone."

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