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SKINA Story by PumpkinspiceA man goes on the hunt for fresh skin. Many years ago Madden was burned in a fire. Skin graphs wouldn't take, but he managed to survive only to become.. |
Skin 101: The BasicsA Book by DJThe basics of skin care |
Two glass treesA Poem by Cheavel DeLunaSkin, bones. Metal and woes. Black tipped feathers, twisting writhing. I'd alwasy wished i could dance. Like the spider. My jealousy. Leather fa.. |
Heard On My SkinA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..One by one they are heard on my skin............. |
Filling the EmptinessA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..Truth rushes in to fill my spirit as ink swirls upon my skin............. |
Not BlindA Poem by Jesse LancasterOh Max Bemis, how you inspire me. Another poem I wrote sometime in the last year. Found it as I was packing for university. |
Ode to You, IA Poem by Jesse LancasterIt's not really an ode, I just thought it'd be a good title! I've been working on this one for a while. |
A Single Poet TreasuredA Poem by Honestly, AbeA single poetTreasured-You could say like the galleonDepicting (our) fireIn a young boy’s palmOr (in extinguishing the matterand perhaps)Overloo.. |
IndigoA Poem by Honestly, AbeThe poet’s pen burstsTucking sky into the darkestIndigo she’s ever seen andShe’s never been more captivatedMore spell-Bound th.. |
InnocenceA Poem by Gypsy DreamerBiff and Sniff |
The Garden of MedusaA Poem by Heather ClaytonIn all the time it takes for youIn all the time in the worldwhy don't you see me throughwhy don't see you what's held.A stormy picture in my heada dar.. |
Soldier of passionA Poem by V.J.C."kiss me sweet, kiss me tender for the light is quickly fading" |
Lightning Strikes the Coolest ClearA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..Instead, I leave the view to face itself........... |
Veil Of LiesA Poem by EternityWolf101Just some mumbling of mine at 4 in the f***** morning. Man, I am soooo tired right now........ |
MarmosetA Poem by Cosmic kidYour pretty words, lies. The feeling of your skin against mine, your manipulating hands They smother me with hate and resentment. I was head over h.. |
Half-OriginalA Poem by Abdul Batin Osman BeySometimes I feel a bit lonely |