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By Nithin Purple
"Nay climb not I yet in the pedals of laurels,
As if I shines on the glory of an unaware dream,
serving he now to sleep in my restless feels,
wed him,the one placid,the tranquil,still balm"
Randomly I will take an emotional plunge, and my emotions will randomly fall...
Written while flying over the city at night. It can't be summarized in a few words - you might as well just read it. ;) And comment?
All punctuation/capitalization (or lack thereof) is intentional.
The 4th part of the history of Richard Channing
Who am I? Who will I be? type of poem
Probably one of my personal favourites of the poems i've written. tell me your thoughts, enjoy. :)
By Keith Paz
A bit of writing I hope a friend will see for what it is. A description of what might be his current situation. I found myself walking in the shoes I think he wears now, so when he spoke to me recently and he seemed to be in
The typical scenario but amusing actually. There are references to Wotsits the cheesy crisps and Star Trek and the mysterious book whose ending is so debated over. So yeah they love each other but she doesn't know if he loves her back.
Poetry | Updated Dec 18, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Okay, being a storywriter as well I tend to write also from characters points of view. There *may* be more than one part, hence the "~ Part One ~" as of course, there are always more thoughts that one might feel. Welcome to a fragment of her mind
Ignorance takes into account that one person has the capacity for knowledge, but has not acquired said knowledge.
Poetry | Updated Oct 16, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
it was your fault she left the way she did.
The first poem I ever wrote.
Self explanatory and rather crap I think XD.
But I was 14 going on 15 so give me a break, It was real to me at the time.
As the flood waters rose so did the unity of humanitarisim.Man were without food,shelter and home. Many whom were in nursing homes were evacuated. We did survive, we did survive.....and we will rebuild
By Byron Quinn
A poem of the overlord of time, the defiler of life and death, an anti-God so to speak