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Ty. :D

For whatever reason, the line "Little line legs trembled" really stuck in my head.
I also like the closing line a lot.

It's as if it relates to something deep and inherent in my heart, as if an experience universal... I don't know. Maybe it's the sleep deprivation talking.

Aye, I have.
I have been without inspiration these long months, but am again struck by the Muse.

:D

And should I dream, if dreaming leads to waking? And waking leads to longing, and longing leading me? And should I wander, if wandering brings me you And in such an one I experience the pure and true? Or should I sleep, for just a little while more? And in that sleep, dream the dreams of fancy? Or s...

When it is time to say goodbye The strings of life held up high The furies with their razor shears Shall cut short the thread of years Without as much as a silent scream Life is ended within a deadly dream Eyes so bright lose their pretty shine Lips are so cold that once were mine The dying that beg...

Hey guys, I just started this after a pretty painful memory visit just hit me. It's the beginning of a long story. Let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is a must, please, as I will be trying to publish this eventually. I do not pretend to know what kind of retard I am. It's not someth...

Wow... This is the most disturbing yet funny poem I've read. ANd I've read a lot of poems. Nice...

A floating, wilted magnolia In all its patriotic, sordid glory Floats down an urban river To decorate a watery grave A silent procession of the living Reminescent of the Holocaust parade The same fear, the same uncertainty The same loss - learned heplessness ~~~May God rest your souls The tears in y...

I hate you so much. Every attempt at making my life somewhat worthy of living is struck down by your menace and hatred. You come into a room where I am doing nothing but minding my own business. You threaten to strike me with an open fist and wonder why I'm glaring at you through tormented brown eye...

do you really like it?

Thank you. This means a lot to me. I am glad that I can talk to someone about this whole situation without having to actually look at them... Anynomity is a great comfort when it comes to this kind of situation...
Thank you again.

lol...
Isn't it wonderful?

There has always been a void As if a piece of my spiirt were destroyed Yet I don't exactly know What fills the vacancy in my soul Tiny slivers of comforting warmth Recede quickly from my cold heart But your glittering eyes and gentle hands Long to heal the hurts and sooth my demands Then one tragic ...

Sad but beautiful...

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