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yummyC
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write your favorite (or one of them) poem....written by you I mean....here. please.
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unhinged
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kill me
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i know what you're thinking you stupid, selfish girl alcoholic mentality narcotic, beautiful girl you think that you can turn it around cause nothing is as bad as it seems you think that you can get by with your stupid, selfish dreams ____dream it away ____throw it away ____piss it away ____piss it all away piss away the non-existent love you've got piss away the non-existent pain you've got you'll never do it in time stupid, selfish girl driven to excess by love driven to tears by something else you can't even open your eyes and see what you've done to yourself i know what you're thinking you stupid, selfish girl alcoholic mentality stupid, selfish, beautiful girl narcotic, beautiful girl stupid, selfish girl [written 07|13|00. not exactly a poem. not exactly my favorite. not a great piece of writing, either. just something.]
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Sometimes I kinda feel like sand when I’m slipping through your fingers, and pouring from the sides of your hands. When it’s heavy with flight in the wind or cool and impressionable between my toes and maybe on a sun filled day, every grain might even out the lines of your soul. Sometimes I kinda feel like sand when I’m one foot in two directions, like between water and land, or, heaven and earth... southwest and northwest, or, living yet dying. Like sand... a link to a life you didn't really notice, till the wind picked up, and thrust it in your eyes. And I feel like every falling grain is a fading day. And I like sand, leave in you only dry memories in residues of dust... when I slipped through your fingers, and fell from the sides of your hands. sometimes... I kinda feel like sand.
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unhinged
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i like that tk
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phil
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tiny_apes
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MollyCule
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magentic north that was me, spinning in circles i am my own orbit i've got poles, baby magnetic north, my new name call me anything you want i make a new me daily i peel myself open trip on the power of pain hold blade to flesh trying to stop floating away from this life i never asked for or appreciated when i lived it alone this is me, setting fires/destroying/twisting a fairy tale out of metal my world is a gillette double blade i don't even notice it anymore
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DannyH
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If your breasts If your breasts are too big you'll fall over. Unless you wear a rucksack. Ivor Cutler
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Miffey
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I thought for a while, but I can't think of my favorite. I'm my own worst critic, and I tend to think they all suck after reading them a few times. But I love other opinions! I have some posted on my web site. Check them out! http://members.home.net/jake.mueller
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020214
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lost
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I rarely read others poetry. i will post my favorite poem that i wrote when i have my book in front of me
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020214
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Mateo
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DanyH, The simplicity of that poem is a beauty. Bukowsky has some great ones.
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020214
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Mateo
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Let me not to the marrige of true minds admit impediments, love is not love which alters when it alteration findsa or bends with the remover to remove. oh no, it is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken, it is the star to every wandering bark whose worth unknown although its hight be taken. Love is not times fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within its bending sikles compass como, love alters not whith breef hours or weeks, but bears it out even til the end of time. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. William Shakespeare
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paste!
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sad often we are sad animals. bored dogs, monkeys getting rained on. -robert hass (fave REALLY SHORT poem)
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pushpins
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Casey
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The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot. It's long, I'll post it here later.
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jane
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go to www.angelfire.com/ia/silentbob/poetry.html
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whitechocolatewalrus
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hot pink cows might be thought of as hilarious but i am a hot pink cow and i love hot pink cows my best friend is a hot pink cow, too we can't think how it happened though considering my mom is a bright purple cow and my dad is a screamin green cow all i know is if i were blue i would only love you.
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Jane Doe
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interesting
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jane
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the_love_song_of_j_alfred_prufrock & snakecharmer
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In_Bloom
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Outwitted by Edwin Markham
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what's it to you?
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blather
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