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this poem is me1.this poem is me
I started this poem at midnight with cigarette smoke choking my skin
and the outside air clogging up
my cold lungs.
The damp floor stole my seat, so I just stood in the dark looking up.
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I see nothing-ness, just black with the occasional pale yellow moon clambering into my view. I like how eyelashes curl upwards
and the blue of your irises, but that doesn’t matter, not now everything has squeezed into shadow.
And the clouds - well they just hold onto happy things, letting go of the ugly
&nb
by ~inmyroom
FrecklesThere are so many things about the flecks in your eyes that sink me into a lapse of unease unease I had grown to forget but you have reminded me of the churning in my stomach not unlike a tilt-a-whirl a ride I am convinced was made solely to replicate the idea of your lips against mineFreckles
the creases in your palms are too straight mine were effortlessly drawn hastily by God, in a hurry to get me out into the world to see what I could do but you’ve made yourself into a creature all-encompassingly perfectly flawlessly straight those lines a
by ~Miseria-Cantare
Girl on a train 245.Girl on a train 245
There should be a poem for every girl with black hair and black eyes who's sat across the aisle on a crowded train and written pointless beautiful things in the notebook in her lap.
I might write my name and number on a bit of paper &nb
by ~LazyLinePainterJohn
Bones and BouldersI hear that the clavicle fairy is building a castle out of our necks and shoulders.Bones and Boulders
This pendulum toandfro is getting old. hearts hang from collar marrow and they strike arthritis dust out of the surrounding hills they bleed ink out of greasy sunsets too many clenched fists and I always hold my breath.
(I hear that the clavicle fairy is building towers out of dental floss and fishing line she's digging moats and filling them with perspiration.)
I hear the clavicle fairy is building a castle out of bones and boulders. Our
by ~wukurd
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- Current Residence: Incognito
- Interests: Photography, singing, writing, piano, musicals
- Favourite movie: Phantom of the Opera
- Favourite band or musician: Jack's Mannequin
- Favourite poet or writer: =inmyroom
- Favourite photographer: Nyasa
- MP3 player of choice: iPod nano, but that's just because it's what I have. iRivers are better if you ask me.
- Skin of choice: the skin I'm in :-)
- Favourite game: Video game: DDR; Gameshow- Wheel of Fortune
- Favourite cartoon character: Do Jasmin or Mulan count?
- Personal Quote: Hakuna matata
- Tools of the Trade: Pentax k10d, mechanical pencils, loose-leaf college ruled paper, and my sweet 17" Dell
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I set this to sticky... whazzat mean?
If you ever get the chance, you should check out one of my newer poems titled "Candle"; it's inspired by one of yours, so you may enjoy it.
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Reality is just one dream-walk away...
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i m alive because i m alive...
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"You're not only wrong - you're stupid and you're ugly, just like your mum."
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