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God's TapestryA Poem by angelinmypocketSeeing God In nature's Beauty |
Gangsta Clown IVA Poem by Voltaire Mephisto (aka Vi..Gangster Clown IV: Still at War I’m a panda, a little bit of white and black. I represent the north in a New York cap. Don’t judge me or I’ll give your throat a slap And take a.. |
greenA Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa(just a thought) |
2:00 AMA Poem by Father MojoI am a mutant. I am a product of bad grooming. I scare INS with my smile. There is no "last call" that can silence me. |
SONNET IIIA Poem by Father MojoYou can think of me however you please– I will always think of you with delight. I have no regrets or apologies. Love can be love though it lasts just a night. The cold and religious may.. |
THE POETS PRAYERA Poem by Father Mojogod kill me before i vomit halmark cards |
Life Goes OnA Poem by angelinmypocketSurvival In Spite Of The Pain |
SAD MAN'S WAR SONGA Poem by Father Mojomy grandfather's brother drinks lysol he calls it champagne he told me once how he was liberated from a concentration camp "america is the land of the free" he says as he punches the hole .. |
Seize Life EverydayA Poem by Crystalbluepersuasionmy outlook on life |
MaskA Poem by Sangria GreenI wish I could drop this act Peel off my face for all to see Wish you could take off my mask But then I won’t feel free And I’m walking on thin ice and a high wire over glowing coals.. |
Never once wonderedA Poem by Sangria GreenMaybe it’s a lie but I can’t comply to what you think of The strain makes my veins blue Thinking of what it truly was that made me begin to love you I’ve never wondered Ho.. |
Harp song for the ladyA Poem by Sangria GreenIn the time of war and strife we were losing the light in our eyes We were denying the truth of a life filled with the pain of ruthlessness unheeded then out of the controlled emptiness which t.. |
Easter Is...A Poem by angelinmypocketThe True Meaning of Easter |
KENMORE SQUAREA Poem by Father MojoThe goddess walks on broken glass; the king sleeps in a cardboard room. Life is cheap but rent is not in the place where concrete looms. Faces impede and recede like the waves that come and go. Pro.. |
And when they metA Story by Sangria GreenAnd when they met We are living in a cursed world; The boy looks to his father. The blood runs slowly down the man’s slack face. He turns to the girl whose grinning face causes him to la.. |
Today's sinA Poem by Sangria GreenBreaking breaking Sinning is what looking toward tomorrow means I want to hear the ties of the world Falling far behind me Face the facts you don’t think you’ll survive We’re .. |
Leave me aloneA Screenplay by MidnightEmma: What are you doing?? Nick: Oh, it's only a little scratch! Emma: Nick, it's 4cm long for Gods sake! Nick: Oh, don't stress Emma! Emma: But..... Nick: No buts Emma! More? |
Skeleton in my bedA Poem by Sangria GreenA Skeleton in my bed I walk through the room There in light I see it today Sunlight filtering through A skel.. |
A Letter From My MotherA Story by Rachel M. BensonA Letter from My Mother North sat in the drivers' seat staring up at her childhood home. It had been ten years since she had last been inside and she was afraid of getting out of the car. Sitti.. |
Complex (Work In Progress)A Story by Rachel M. BensonComplex Building (Work in Progress) “A graphic designer’s work is never finished”; at least that was what Eliza was thinking as she rubbed her clouded eyes before shutting off t.. |