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Story5 Senses beautiful oblivion116 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Ocean, The Wind beautiful oblivion316 years 3 months ago
StoryGraduation? threeleafshamrock316 years 4 months ago
StoryWedding Snap! threeleafshamrock1316 years 4 months ago
StoryThe River threeleafshamrock1016 years 4 months ago
StoryLove, Dies Not! threeleafshamrock716 years 4 months ago
StoryFirst Impressions I.P. threeleafshamrock516 years 4 months ago
StoryA Red Dress and A Park Bench threeleafshamrock2316 years 4 months ago
StoryScattered Seeds threeleafshamrock1116 years 4 months ago
StoryThree Monkeys (WW2) threeleafshamrock1216 years 4 months ago
StoryIT'S ALL AN ACCIDENT!!!!! jfunt216 years 4 months ago
StoryA Minute of Your Time Ewan416 years 4 months ago
StoryI want to be one of those poets gristo416 years 6 months ago
StoryTHE WORLD BE CRYIN; CHRISTMASSSSSS???? jfunt216 years 6 months ago
StoryA Big Kiss and a Thankyou To ALL of You Cavalcader616 years 6 months ago
StoryMAUVE SANDALS True Cavalcader516 years 6 months ago
StoryWe Are The Ones Dan-The-Man316 years 7 months ago
StoryEchoes jennifer616 years 7 months ago
StorySundown threeleafshamrock216 years 8 months ago
StoryThe British are coming! gristo416 years 8 months ago
StoryMan on a stick muzzy_starr216 years 9 months ago
StoryWhat the fuck God? pinda516 years 9 months ago
StoryVeera The Fire Brigade # 5 of 9 jh45416 years 9 months ago
StoryDevil Drives muzzy_starr616 years 9 months ago
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Cherry

Bitter Blue Balls

Bitter Blue Balls (1st February, 2009, 6.11pm) At your words, my heart cracks like an ice cube as the gin hits it. Leave the top off, sweetheart, forgo the mixer; let my throat smart.
Cherry

Critical Understanding

Critical Understanding (31st January, 2009, 11.21pm) Line up the imperfect lines of poetry against the towering wall of commentary as the critics load, lock, raise their weaponry.

Sad-ism

Sad-ism (31st January, 2009, 10.15pm) Dry your tears on your arm. The wetness burns your naked sleeve; this need to make you cry has been growing inside like a weed.

Chaosity Kills

I owe this one to Lily Allen and her new song 'The Fear', whose lovely rhythm I have attempted to emulate!

Poets: A Call to War!

Jenny Rants. Order restored to mind. It may be Pants! Please don't be kind...

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