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- Dominic at allpoetry
Oh, he does amazing things to me. - Revision at allpoetry
A poem on my experience in the hospital last year.
Eat it up Eat it up Eat it up. - Beauty at allpoetry
OM NOM NOM - Don't even read this. at allpoetry
I'm trying to write a song, because it's one thing I'm not good at. ;3 - Evolution at allpoetry
Evolution. I'm stepping up, or down, or sideways, but forward and away - Evolution at allpoetry
Evolution. I'm stepping up, or down, or sideways, but forward and away - Abstract sleezy -- Slam poetry attempt at allpoetry
This is just an attempt at slam poetry. I've been looking into some of it for a while now and I wanted to give it a shot.
I think I'm to - Beyond words at allpoetry
Tralalala - A little book at allpoetry
I uhm... made a piece the other day. It was a journal my ex and I kept with each other. I made a big fat mess of it with flowers and pictur - Words. at allpoetry
When the words are still on the tip of my tongue, they spill onto paper. / I've been reduced again to a blubbering pile of heart-broken adolescence. / Nothing remarkable, nothing spectacular, nothing new. / But as - Stitches, gutters, rain, and Juliet blushes at allpoetry
I kept each stitch so neat and tidy, that I forgot the fabric in between. / It tore, it tattered, it stained, it weakened, and webbed. / Such destruction of such creation left me baffled, nearly dead. / To see such - Wonder, wonder. at allpoetry
I've fallen for a product of imagination. / A tangible fantasy, destroyable by realism and conflict. / And to touch such a delicate piece, / To kiss the lips of my dream, / Would only shove me back from wonderland. - TNT for the Brain at allpoetry
The radio dies out. / Music turns to static, sky turns to dust. / And you turn to a gross pile of apathy. / I stitch up my wounds and brush off your reckless phrases, / All the while the splinter of wood echoes in my - Column: Roleplay stuff at allpoetry
A bit of a storyline for a roleplay a friend and I are doing. xPPPPP Shut up. - Untitled at allpoetry
Comfortably Numb playing on a pair of broken speakers. / Barely audible through the screams of passing students, / The roar of a spiral. / But calming in it's quiet. - Standards at allpoetry
Standards - set for impossibility, / Shaped to kill pride. / Failed, foiled again. / / Standards - to achieve perfection. / The dream and false expectation. / Try, try again. / / Standards - a mother's disa - The playground at allpoetry
The playground. / / We had scraped knees, grubby faces, and gappy smiles. / / The ever-so-cute imperfections the blurred the definitions of my sex. / / Where gender wasn't a factor, only our ability. / / - The day of silence at allpoetry
Lookie. Gay people. - Spring at allpoetry
Looking through the glass of the aging windows,
I watch winter melt into gravel and flooded streets. - Three line at allpoetry
It's nothing really based of of life events, so please don't ask. But it was a few lines that popped into my head. I like it. - Unconventional Beauty at allpoetry
I was looking in the mirror and got inspired. I sound so modest, geeze. ;x - The Simple Things at allpoetry
I drew a line in the sand, when I came to a certain age.
I promised to leave the darker things in life to rot in their sorrowful stat - Goddess, companion. at allpoetry
You remind me of the blossoms in the spring,
Fragile against the chilled showers, wind-worn and beautiful. - My Love at allpoetry
Blah. I dunno. - Heartbroken at allpoetry
You, the perfect dishonesty,
Have shredded my morals, bled me dry. - Column: Draft Two of meeting at allpoetry
Lalala draft two.
