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Random First Lines:Wrote this when I was 12.
NO TO CHILD ABUSE.
Feel free to leave a comment, I'd like to improve my writing.
Posture of a Being on a Rocking Chair Leaning
Lazy Boy Palmetto Woods in Search
Of a Harvest with Spade in Hand
Land Grants a Grand Stand - a Full House.
Enclosed blinds, seeking Blind.
Wednesday Mornings ante Day of plenty
Spent waterfalls, an Ivy Wall Vine twined
By Silver 84
Th rain outside my window today inspired this poem. I love the rain :)
Poetry | Updated Jun 6, 2013 | Reads: 30 | Comments: 9 | Likes: 10
Adam Weshnak Dripping liquid swords Ninja Psycho cycle
Riding till the Dawn
Lyrical miracle mile-Christ child- erstâ€™ while
Style content flawless-
Chosen verbs for Herbs
Seasoned grease with salt and pepper-
Table holds the envelopes for chosen
Prose to fold you.
Sleeves with ease -inside...
A poem about... well, figure it out yourself.
The Sun and life
Poetry | Updated May 25, 2013 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
"The Sea boiled, the Wine turned sour, Dogs grew mad, and all other creatures became languid; causing to man, among other diseases, burning fevers, hysterics, and phrensies." John Brady, Clavis Calendaria, 1812. A young man and his friends take a fateful trip to go to visit his uncle in...
By Daisy Ink
Two polarized people who are the opposite of one another, but one of them wants to have a relatinship with someone who is the opposite of them
An essay I wrote a few years back for school on the book Ceremony by Leslie Marmon Silko, particularly dealing in the identity of the 'destroyers'.
By Sabareesh Narayanan
first attempt on a song lyrics..
i would like to hear this song composed..
please feel free to comment so i can improve.
q)why this ?
ans)because i sang the word
Poetry | Updated May 16, 2013 | Reads: 34 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 5
By Luna Emerson
Dont ever give up
Miscellaneous | Updated May 13, 2013 | Reads: 34 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Maximum Red
i dont know if i like this poem but posting it can do no harm
Inspired by my father.
Poetry | Updated May 8, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 2
I have just moved from my flat and lost a wonderful view, I have written this poem so I can take a little of that view with me.
The feeling of the sun so warmly on your skin, so warm on your face, you close your eyes yet things are more beautiful.