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Random First Lines:This is one little poetic observation of what might be called the greatest riddle of all.
I was getting nothing done one night, and I was... » Read
petrarkan, actave, sustet, street_performance
Poetry | Updated Nov 17, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I really have no idea what this is, it rings in my mind as something about a standing against the tides of comformity. Like--can you stand with me against all costs to see this world through? Like a call to arms for a generation or something, but it's as much a mystery to me as it will be to...
As the peoem says...i was just walkin along the beach and the poem is all about a passing thought that occured to me...
Poetry | Updated Jun 26, 2008 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
There are about 50 state tests, one for each state, but this is the Florida edition, and the only one that I know of.
Miscellaneous | Updated May 24, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 5
Sometimes you are aware of things ending, you go through a phase of seeing things end, a day, a job, a relationship or a life.
At the moment I am painfully aware of one thing that has ended.
Though every sunset will bring a rebirth
Oh, how I love lilies. Sweet, sweet lilies.
Standing in line, for hours it seems,
I anticipate my turn, to tell him my dreams.
Just thoughts if my life was to end right now.
No summary. Take it as you want.
Poetry | Updated Oct 12, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
No summary nor explanation.
Like a river to the sea.
Poetry | Updated Sep 2, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Byron Quinn
It is often the case that with each victory a dire price is payed
A short poem about the passing of my Mother and starting out life as a young man.
Poetry | Updated Apr 27, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
When I went online last week, I found that the first website I ever visited had died. It taught me everything I needed to know about posting and interaction online; I had it as my home page for six years straight...and now it was gone. Nothing but a memory...
This is a poem I wrote for my grandmothers passing.
Poetry | Updated Dec 5, 2006 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2