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By Blub Toot
read plz gangsters
Poetry | Updated Jul 26, 2009 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 7
Just a poem to remind that special someone that there is still someone waiting for them, no mater how far they are.
this is a song/ rap i wrote enjoy :)
Lets all dance to the dead mans beat
Poetry | Updated Jun 20, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This isnt from my personal experience but one of my character's. Really sad. =(
Poetry | Updated Apr 15, 2009 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Busking is a hard way of life, and Ren prides himself on it. Known around town by being harder to shake off a corner than a migraine, He's surprisingly able to eke out a living with his music.
But things turn like bad fiction the night a girl breaks into his apartment, claiming to be a vampire....
Until you need me someday...
I wrote this for a special somebody from Alaska who made my heart come alive for the first time since my grade school crush.
I wish everything could be back to the way it was.
Poetry | Updated Jan 20, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
um... i guess this poem describes the passion that I feel sometimes.
Poetry | Updated Jan 19, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
I love to run!!!!
Poetry | Updated Jan 16, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
By Ryan M Akers
A poem dedicated to Neal Cassady
Lock has never known anything but the cold, gray cement walls of a cell that, for fifteen years, she has called home. She sits on her rusted metal cot, one of two pieces of furnature in the Room, and stares at the wall, imagining her window, colour, plants, life, relief.