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Three friends had planned a girlie day out. It did not turn out quite how they expected.
By Da Lee La
An ocean of emotion that is heart felt....
By Alice Dwaino
This poem is about the mystery of the sun and its rays of light. It's a bit odd and random, and parts don't make perfect sense. :D Enjoy!
Poetry | Updated Dec 22, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Now that I'm actually uploading all my stuff at once, I'm realizing how much poetry I actually have. Cool.
This was written when we had all those fires in CA and there was smoke everywhere, it was hot, it was icky, everyone had scratchy throats and eyes and noses... althogether blech. So...
By Zia Jaycee
Hey this is a short little poem that I adore a lot..... it is not my usual style so I like it :) please comment!
By To The World A Black Balloon
Another brick in the living shadow All inhale the downward spiral
am I insane?
By The Great Commacancha
this was the first poem i ever wrote by myself. i think its in a book somewhere that a friend of a friend published, but im not too sure.
This was something completely random. I didn't want to give the end away but I think you will get it before the last line.
Poetry | Updated Jun 9, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 16 | Likes: 18
The sun and the ocean are two unstoppable forces.
By Matthew Smith
I wrote this in an old fashioned Spanish village last year. It was a very sweet little place but much to hot at night to sleep, so i spent most nights writing, oh, and drinking a little.
By Justin Lee Moreaux
This poem speaks of the human nature of sexuality. It tells a story of the love, lust, and desires the human may feel in their lifetime.
By Justin Lee Moreaux
This poem tells a story of the hardships of winter and how people react to the burning sensation of the cold winter snow.
By Aislin Kane
the effects of the heat
Poetry | Updated Apr 8, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
Unrevealed In the Prism
on December 2. Â© All rights reserved
The absence thereof,
I stand accused.
Devoid of any,
Unrevealed in the prism.
I am the chill that fills your vision when you see the painted snow.
I am the heat that radiates the furnace and gives hot steel...