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I Keep Telling Myself It's Just Not In My HandsA Poem by Mike Goodwinget it rite get it rite |
Ridding myself of booksA Story by Ronald AyersTrying to decide which book to throw away out of your library is a difficult task. |
PoetryA Poem by MylifeinheartbeatsA freestyle poem about the way I feel about poetry and its definitions in my mind. |
Great ExpectationsA Poem by Saint No-OneNamed after the Gaslight song, inspired by my girlfriend and the line, "I saw tail lights last night, in a dream about my first wife, everybody leaves.. |
Wonderland's RealityA Poem by Lisa ArmstrongWonderland Reality What drove the Mad Hatter mad, In a world like Wonderland? Where sanity is subjective -- And everyone comes from other places.. |
Reading ExpeditionA Poem by Lisa ArmstrongA circuitous path winds down through time Entering forbidden doors, Hidden in a Forgotten Garden. My guide, a fiendish, cat who grins -- Riddles t.. |
What I Feel for YouA Poem by MylifeinheartbeatsA Poem about a guy, I guess. |
I Love You MoreA Story by Diana DirvariuMy world became very silent a few years back, when my true love left towards the sea. I was buried deep in a pile of heartache and tears. Confusion .. |
Broken BookA Poem by Emma Marie TaylorBroken BookIn the corner of myselfSits a story on our shelfA story of our love and lustThe words of love, when we mustRhythms of kisses, touches, .. |
Shades of PainA Poem by Diana Dirvariugreen and blue with hits and sorrowyellow for it heals tomorrowred for fresh and open scarsblack is there if you see starsall the shades of hate and p.. |
Just listenA Poem by Angel BirdCinquain |
Comfort in FictionA Poem by SeekingMeaningP { margin-bottom: 0.08in; } I was told to seek adventure in reality, To close my books and turn off my television. I ought to .. |
JangoA Stage Play by Audrey GrayFive teenagers are being held hostage. After 5 days, in they're unwanted, they're killed. Tortured by a madman and the clock ticking down, is there an.. |
WordsA Poem by SW..if..TYThey spew poison and disguise them as gentle wordsThey wave to you, but they're really flipping you the birdThese gestures are so subtle, But hurt lik.. |
The Girl In The CornerA Poem by The Nude WriterFrom a guy's perspective |