| word art | 
| Unopened     The water shimmers under weathered skies...  My own thoughts are my demise...  My eyes are half closed, lashes glisten back to front, structurally poised...  Feet to one side, muscle... Posted by  on Sun, 06 Jan 2008 18:52:00 GMT
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| word art | 
| Mine?   She is the lady in red...   She is the devil, evil self fed...   Minus the soul, minus the heart...   A close encounter, two hearts apart...   A casual glance, a sinful romance....   Her face ... Posted by  on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 23:41:00 GMT
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| Word art | 
| Lust  Pools of romance continually dry...  Words of love lack truth, no surprise...  The letter you wrote to me, your one and only...  Signed , no hugs, no kisses...   P.S. don't visit, don't write, d... Posted by  on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 23:39:00 GMT
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| Poetry stand off | 
| This was written in 2-3 minutes (from pen up to pen down) when the title was made up and given randomly in turns, me and a friend had a night of this (Poetry Stand Off).Its great fun you should try it... Posted by  on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 06:45:00 GMT
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| Poetry stand off | 
| This was written in 2 minutes from when the title was given, me and a friend had a night of this (Poetry Stand Off). I have more of them but I will post them later :) enjoy :)Finally, the beginning   ... Posted by  on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 06:41:00 GMT
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| Last Words | 
| Last WordsOur last words, life's learning curve&  Spirits rejoice with actions activated with a blur  Your silhouette as beautiful as life itself&  All matter, energy, light is but one&  My eternal we... Posted by  on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 06:40:00 GMT
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| Heres a few little ones :) | 
| Just a few I jotted down :) enjoy     Material Machines, destined to be departed, crowded house, self doubting... Arrogant feelings expressed, logical theories suppressed...I wake to nature so su... Posted by  on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 06:35:00 GMT
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| .... | 
| At peace, I am one...  Souls dance and play to the beat of soundless drums...  Feelings of joy expressed, so young...  A ball of twine is unravelled, which end is the end...  Continually trave... Posted by  on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 06:33:00 GMT
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| Concrete Noises | 
| High rise sounds, concrete noises...  Viewing of words, advertising spirit poison...  Exhaust mixed with perfume smells...   Robots with souls, smiles so fake, so cold...  Different but one, city scap... Posted by  on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 06:31:00 GMT
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| GoodTimes | 
| GoodTimesA smile engulfs my weary face, good times...  The sun shines upon wrinkled lines...  The pool, it shimmers, transparent view, crystal clear path to memories of you...  No need for shades, bli... Posted by  on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 06:23:00 GMT
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