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Games over no resetA Poem by DookieSmilesGirls and their games. Not taking her back. |
Wilted RoseA Poem by ClassestnineI'm just not sure what to do anymore. |
The Taste of ChromeA Story by FugazziLonely Perspective |
Observation #3A Poem by Richard MuellerPoem based on observations. |
I KnowA Poem by KaylarkDon't worry about me.I know how to dance with heartbreak.I know how to follow his lead.I know his steps like I know my own face.1, 2, 31, 2, 3We glide.. |
Flying HighA Poem by Windaha life |
The Most Tiring ThingA Poem by AnnaI could fall in love with your absence,I could dance with the ghost of your presence.I could live the life of a vagrant's silence,I could bathe in a w.. |
day is doneA Poem by Alfred Kukitzwhew |
Blogging my butt off - scary. erotic, crazy, sad, ..A Story by magenta24ukI decided to write about my blogging experience so far. It is terrifying, lonely, sad and sometimes it drives me a bit crazy. How to get people intere.. |
Chainsaw CertifiedA Poem by Robert RonnowI'm dead. Unlike Frost and Yeatsnothing I've said will be remembered.Unlike Roosevelt and Lincolnnothing I'm thinking will win the war.I'm going to go.. |
EvaA Chapter by Lyn Andersonwhat it is |
My heart in a blender - poetical collection on a p..A Chapter by Lyn Andersonsometimes we remember even when we wish we didn't |
Winter SolsticeA Chapter by Lyn Andersonit's all up hill from here. |
Vacancy hereA Chapter by Lyn Andersonsome thoughts that if you think they're you you're probably wrong and that says more about you than me |
I hate to rhymeA Chapter by Lyn AndersonI am not much for strict rules of rhyme and metre. I thought i was just winging it. I didn't know it was a form. As per Richard's review (thank you) .. |
Slammin' youA Poem by Lyn Andersonsome errant thoughts |
unfinished businessA Poem by Lyn Andersonsome things are better left undone |
Start Knowing JoyA Poem by Robert RonnowStart now knowing joy,that’s an order,overcome a deepening solitude.Like a bee at a bugleor me at the delion Third Avenue.I said to Joe when do .. |