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Cherry

I-Comforts

Its all systems go and im taking it slowly tonight, and i'll pour you a drink it's your fourth one i think, it's allright, and you mustnt think i...

shadow dancing

Poem about one miraculous dance - comments welcome

Memories of the last day of summer

A poem about the best summer of my life and the memories thereof. - Please comment

concise

A brief poem, but not the briefest I've ever written ;)

Incomplete: Yesterdays and Tomorrow

This poem was written for Krissy, who has enriched my life. This poem is about fighting for her and loving her, both of which I'll do forever.

Balance

The worse we are, the more we shower affection on the ones we love . . .

Beautiful in white

Poem about Winter in Georgia. (the country, not the state)
Cherry

Rescue me

Our love is shark infested waters. A barren desert with vultures flying overhead. It's my bedroom, coal black at the dead of night. With some swamp...

The New Prey

A woman taking a bath becomes a part of the new prey.
Cherry

Disgusting

A character, uprooted from where he grew up, leaves to another country in pursuit of love. Though in this search, he finds nothing but egotism and solitude in both parties.

Think

Think We think about small things, We think about big things, What will we do, We dont really think, What shall we do? By Zoe Corbett

Stole

The beggining of a tale that will change your point of view for many years to come!

Hacking

Unexpected wealth from your chest

Ghosts Competition Entry : Tender years

he walked the streets of his tender years encountered a bar he had snogged in couldn't remember the girl, just the act and smiled at the recollection...

Counter cheese

How to dispose of a dead body...

To Muse or not to Muse

He helped me answer this question...he knows who he is

Psychotic

I crave the scent of kindled aftershave The claret sweat beneath my nail The air we share The wounds you bare Destroy of two and its entail The...

Piano

you lift the lid

Z - Fish out of Water

These are the days I longed for but they're drained by the strain of simplicity. I bite the hands that feed me I wish I knew why. It should be simple...

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