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Post by pheelyrox on Nov 17, 2006 23:14:02 GMT -5
i'd post my stuff, but i think you'd all send me to therapy... that's why i only posted 2 poems instead of all of them.
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Post by Cokebeard on May 6, 2007 20:30:50 GMT -5
I wander thro' each charter'd street Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe
In ever cry of every Man, In every Infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.
How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every black'ning Church appalls; And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls.
But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new born Infant's tear And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse. London | william blake
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Post by Cokebeard on Dec 3, 2007 3:53:07 GMT -5
the sky came crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide we picked up the shards, and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress the echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn, as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop the few insects skittered away in hopes of a better past-time i kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick ..................................................................fall ...but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two... ................................. i rode alone...[from: untitled]
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