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Take me and hold me and watch me fade away Cry myself to sleep I cry…: spin_poetry
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Take me and hold me. And watch me fade away. Cry myself to sleep. I cry my life away. Break me and burn me. Kill me if you please. Stab me and beat me. Bleeding. on my hands and knees. Do you see me? For I am dieing. But in my heart. Post a new comment. We will log you in after post. We will log you in after post. We will log you in after post. We will log you in after post. We will log you in after post. Your IP address will be recorded. Post a new comment. Post a new comment. Follow us on Facebook.
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DREAM/CONFUSED BY:CORA Locked in a world of inconsiderate people they…: spin_poetry
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Locked in a world. They use and abuse you. But you keep going back. You can't understand it . You don't get them. They don't get you. But they're your best friend. Or are they just a figment. Of your imagination,. Or are they real. You can't undersatnd it. Do you ever really understand them. Or do you just pretend. Is this world just a dream. Or is it real. Is it so real. You can't understand it? Post a new comment. We will log you in after post. We will log you in after post. Post a new comment.
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Litening Cafe: spin_poetry
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Finally off work, I head down to the litening café for a hot one. Nothing like 4000 volts running through your entire system. They all know me here. I’ve been goin’ there for years. When I get there, a guy comes up to me and says, Hey, I know you. Visibly nonplussed, I’m not quite sure how to react. I don’t remember this guy. You probably don’t remember me, he says with a giant grin. I haven’t seen you in over 10,000 years. It used to just be for rich and the criminally insane, now everyone wants some.
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Written October 10, 2003 by Matthew: thequill
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Memories of Matt (. Written October 10, 2003 by Matthew. Originally published at Memories of Matthew. Please leave any comments. Comments are enabled on this post, but will be screened and cross-posted to the website. Read the rest of this entry ». Post a new comment. We will log you in after post. We will log you in after post. We will log you in after post. We will log you in after post. We will log you in after post. Your reply will be screened. Post a new comment. Post a new comment.
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Written October 5, 2003 by Matthew: thequill
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Memories of Matt (. Written October 5, 2003 by Matthew. Originally published at Memories of Matthew. Please leave any comments. There Comments are enabled on this post, but will be screened and cross-posted to the site. Aunt Lizzie has lung cancer. Grampa said the prognosis is not good. I am still in shock just as much as I was last night. Who would have thought a 38 year old could get lung cancer? She doesn’t even smoke. How is that even possible? I feel so bad for her and my cousins. Post a new comment.
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Insomnia: thequill
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O Father, O Father. O what did you say. So that Mother should cry at your feet? It's not yours to know, son,. But you'll understand one. Day Now you must go back to sleep. O Mother, O Mother. O what, in the other. Room, causes those buzzes and beeps? It's not yours to know, son,. But you'll understand one. Day Now you must go back to sleep. O Mercy, O Mercy. Whatever is casting the. Shadows which erily creep? It's not your's to know, son,. But you'll understand one. Day Now you must go back to sleep.
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Pokey: spin_poetry
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Well I don't know where I came from. And I don't know who I am. And the hallways isn't empty. But there's no one else around. I get lonely, you see. Will this way come. The door is open for me. If I howl out in the nitetime. Will you put me back to bed. And if I run across the bedroom. It's cause I see the ghost of me. I wish I was. In bed with you. There's nothign else to do. And you be still. We've got time to kill. Well I don't like transportation. And I don't know any words. Post a new comment.
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Valentine's Day: spin_poetry
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bio pomes: spin_poetry
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The monkey is red and throbbing to rapid music. What monkey dances red to throbbing music? Music is for honey lover monkeys. Monkeys love red honey. Red honey makes throbbing red music do what it will. Red will m ake monkey music like throbbing invisilbe angels. Angels of monkeys on red skies eating honey. What about monkeys, honey? Reds don’t eat moon goo. Moon goo is red like monkeys, honey. I eat red goo off shoes in pools on monkey moons. And moon too do you to monkey honey funny red goo. Now start f...
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I wanna hear a poem by steve coleman: spin_poetry
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Im the coffee that burns your tongue (. Im the coffee that burns your tongue. I wanna hear a poem by steve coleman. I Wanna Hear a Poem. I wanna hear a poem. I wanna learn something I didn't know. I wanna say "yes" at the end, because I'm sick of saying "so? I wanna hear a poem about who you are. And what you think. And why you slam. Not a poem about me and my poem. Because I know who I am. I wanna hear a love poem. An "I hate my dad" poem. An "I'm not what I seem" poem. An "I need" poem. That makes the ...
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