- Last seen on Dec 4 9:18 PM 2006. Member since March 25, 2006.
- I have 56 comments, 188 poems, 8 stories
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Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own.
-Salvatore Quasimodo -
"Eeek!" Rebecca shouted. "Don't flick that stuff at me! I have things to do today!"
Glen continued using a wooden spoon to send lemon juice soaring through the air towards h300 words, 2 comments, August 20, 2005. In <200 lines, Other -
I looked up at her through my dark brown hair. "What?"
"I'm Tina; what's your name?" the girl repeated. My stomach tightened with a tinge on resentment as I took in her appe
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it was sort of spring.
the nearly warm, slightly wet air kissed my cheek, -
It's a little bit funny, don't you think,
how naked these costumed times feel?
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- Days like this at allpoetry
I feel (sort of) empty
sometimes. - white at allpoetry
. - Spring (i swear by all the flowers) at allpoetry
sometimes between the first thaw and the last frost, i find you, oh sweet spring.
