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that type of weatherit’s that type of weather the sun warms your soul the shade chills your bones makes you restless for a moment and then it’s gone Started by L. A. Temple |
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Mar. 4, 2008 Reply by Pete (Thed) |
Greener Grass (For Daisy)For my late sister The metallic touch of shire chimes on her palm sends trickles of silenced sound, vibrating down her fingers to her scu… Started by Francesca Preece |
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Mar. 4, 2008 Reply by Pete (Thed) |
Murders RegretsAs a child I always felt alone Full of pressure and immense anger, hating anyone who showed me emotion Wishing school would end so I could… Started by Robyn :) |
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Mar. 1, 2008 Reply by L. A. Temple |
Shafiliah Ahmed/Arranged DeathJust another girl pursuing her dream, An Asian daughter in an English scene, Proud of her heritage, lying serene, Abandoned like waste,… Started by mike parnell |
0 | Feb. 29, 2008 |
Roesmary's garden, written in memory or Rosemary EdwardsI guess she brought a sparkle, to that lowly, forgotten wood, As she sheltered under the canopy, of the tree, where she stood, And I… Started by mike parnell |
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Feb. 29, 2008 Reply by mike parnell |
Natal MistakeNuclear smeared; torn from hostile womb, coiled in the inhabitable, the pierced shrill croak echoes melodically in the medical mausolem.… Started by Francesca Preece |
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Feb. 29, 2008 Reply by Christopher John Eggett |
Filia Diaboli (Devil's Daughter)Vacant blue eyes clock to the autumn moon, from the Brimstone slab, Treading in tip-toed jerks, shoelace stringents of pity pump the live… Started by Francesca Preece |
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Feb. 27, 2008 Reply by Christopher John Eggett |
ParanoiaDaddy never came, for daughter lame, her jaundiced grin, and smoker's skin, still left to claim. In army stalls, and military walls, the c… Started by Francesca Preece |
0 | Feb. 26, 2008 |
SolumDeep in the dark dank room, shards of light crawl, wriggle on the porcelain face like fisherman maggots squirming for liberté. Hot pink st… Started by Francesca Preece |
0 | Feb. 26, 2008 |
'Til Death Do Us HeartSatin crimson drip drops from my pierced heart, as I lull the gaping organ to sleep. On finger and thumb, remorse and regret stamp blacken… Started by Francesca Preece |
0 | Feb. 26, 2008 |
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