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This poem germinated on the Euston to Liverpool train. Although rhyming reasonably well, the inconsistent length and flow of each verse hopefully suggests the unpredictability and disorganisation of London while maintaining the rhythm of the moving train.
trying to describe the way I feel in 8 verses
A poem about smoking pot
By Eileen Mcguinness
Smoking causes cancer and other respiratory diseases which is why many people are now quitting this filthy habit.In the good old days when movie stars promoted smoking everyone thought it was cool to follow.If you value your health and want to live longer then it might be a good idea to quit...
Faith is the disease,the child of corrosion
Lead you,to self-destruction,dreams in implosion
Just another creature,chained in servitude
Lack of attitude
Faith leads you,to a blurry fate
You rely on the unreal,you embrace the enemy
You see no difference between the lie and the truth
You lose the...
I'm explaining why I'm so negative
How I hate my pyschology class
You ever wanted something so badly you would do anything if the chance was given to you? The chance for revenge? The chance to become everything you thought possible? How much of a price would you pay?
Short Story | Updated Oct 12, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
What feelings do you get?
a poem about drugs
Poetry | Updated Oct 7, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A couple wakes up, then bakes up.
This is the introduction to my "novel', it's fairly short and explains how a prophecy started the gears of fate moving.
By Si Thomas
A witty limerick about my experience of being high on Amsterdam.
The 4th part of the history of Richard Channing