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http://www.signingsavvy.com/signlanguageSigning Savvy is the most complete online sign language video dictionary. Signing Savvy contains several thousand high resolution videos of American Sign Langua...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jun 2009 23:03:00 GMT |
Heaven is in Her Eyes. |
*Spoken word piece, so the format is all blahhhh... Oh well. I look in your eyes, took in your high, hook line, sinking, if youwould stop blinking, then I could stop thinking of ways to gaze atartific...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Dec 2008 11:34:00 GMT |
This is Perfection. |
She walks into the train car, my eyes are watching god in the form of a woman. Who looked like she could be the bearer of an immaculate conception. Beautiful she is, and Im sitting beside her, I take...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Oct 2008 05:00:00 GMT |
Hall of Smoke (All Mirrors) |
Arrival always appears to be so serene when the obstacles offer a tunnel under their obscenity. Not to say that I've arrived in the least, because believe me, it's demeaning to think(and I fear to dre...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Sep 2008 13:10:00 GMT |
Give. |
Can't you see... the angels opened the doorsand now where the hell am i?stuck within a halo of tinfoil...no extra-terrestrials or government can touch meso i reach for the starspretending like skyscra...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 08:11:00 GMT |
Sound.off |
Acousticin a hollowworld,don't make forprettysoundsgirl.Nails against a chalkboard, right outside my door. sun falling, scratching against the sky. digging nail rays, ripping way into an afterlife.&nb...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 06:53:00 GMT |
With Peace. |
I've been spoiled, I've been homeless, I've been hungry, I've been priviledged, I've yearned, I've adapted.I've had money to spare, goods to distributeI've used nails and pebbles as a substitute for a...
Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 06:57:00 GMT |
Trickle |
Come to me, a poem anorexic whom the rain wouldn’t touch. Ephemeral as twilight, I need you to bleed from me like toothpaste. I must struggle with you, hurl you by the throat stand over your bo...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 05:44:00 GMT |
This isnt Poetry |
Last time i wrote a poemthe sink spit me up,while my belt loops sat alone,waiting for the notches around my throatto let go.The footnotes at the bottom of my heartbeat more readily,than the body of my...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 04:45:00 GMT |
My Type Love. (REVISED) |
I originally heard this poem in high school and it quickly became one of my favorites, I said I would never touch it because it’s such a masterpiece... Recently I saw the writer of this poem; Sh...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 18:34:00 GMT |
