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The poison you put upon me.
The one I drink everyday that comes from your lips.
The taste is overwhelming, but the outcome is danger.
This speechless life.
You are my air; you are the oxygen I breathe. You are the sails to my boat; you are the piece of my heart I've been missing. How could I ever let you go? How could I survive without you?
By Terry Collett
Poetry | Updated Mar 24, 2008 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Amis Dunham
The sequel to my haiku, About A Girl. Just a few quick notes:
a. I do not believe this is my best poem. Criticism is welcome.
b. "Pretty" was used for lack of a better word. The word was not ugly, but then again, not beautiful.
c. No rhyming was intended.
Hey, girls, you know what I meant by "a...
Poetry | Updated Mar 3, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 6
This was a class assignment to write about a poem about a body part, and this is what I wrote.
Do you believe in or is there such a thing as love at first sight?
Message with a Rose
Poetry | Updated Nov 5, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 1
It's that glint in your eye, the sin in your skin
I recently had to take 7-10 minutes to free write in my creative writing class. Pick a body part, write about it. I chose lips and immediately thought of my boyfriend, for more than the obvious reason. This is what came forth. It was a free write so the ideas do skip around and don't seem to...
It is love, but not for her. A love for perfection.
I quite like this piece, enjoy
Short Story | Updated Jun 5, 2007 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Amy Saleh
Love's first kiss is the most overwhelming experience in one's life. Everytime you fall in love, you'll experience a similar feeling when you kiss for the first time... but your first ever kiss, if a pleasant memory, will always be the best experience ever. Whenever you recall it, it will...
By Carolines Poems
the death of my brother was a tragedy. the thought of him keps me awake. I rememer it like it was just yesterday, me coming home form memorial hospital at 7:30pm. remembering nobody wanting me to know,knowing i'd go crazy, what you know i did, knowing the closet thing to me is gone.
Poetry | Updated Jan 11, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0