a_poem babybat she's stuck in this drain of spite lick the open wound away liquified rain carried the whores to another place they didn't flow with regret like everyone else eyes ashamed of birth what is the value of living alone? he hurts and makes her cry, crisis opened, sleep shoved aside i'd sigh and bury this stain, drink the sick and lie of wrong everything was almost empty until she wanted to ask why 001225 ... ass facely awesome 001225 ... I think shes sexy truly. 001225 ... twiggie awww *sniff* thank you (for the poem comments and the sexy comments :P) 001225 ... Tratti What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music. -soren Kierkegaard 010103 ... Tratti What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music. -soren Kierkegaard 010103 ... Tratti What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music. -soren Kierkegaard 010103 ... anne-girl . 050820 ... daf Plainer days have not Betwixt the crags cleft in my heart Forgot to purge their foggy pockets Or to play their plainer part. 050821 ... Poetaster There were some funky muffins, and Sally did eat them. With the dawn's golden plumage came Sally's silent-but-deadlies. 071201 what's it to you? who go blather from