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@fanking | February 2010 |
whirl pool of confusion (0) relentless days,painfuly slither by.garnished thoughts,nurtured by all my futile cries drench my heart in sweet fear .False innocense stain my masked |
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@nuqi | June 2009 |
Theft Of Yore (0) Her skin as dark as oil Crack like drying lava, Her eyes brown as earth She cries scarlet tears of the Agony of thier dire ruse,[br |
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@fanking | March 2009 |
imprisoned within (1) With no sense of time,I lay silent,a prisoner of my own mind.where the sun neither sets nor rises.It maintains an evil grin.Im forever haunted by own |
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@fanking | March 2009 |
Saved frm within (1) loneliness ravages my dishaved entity.Eating me up frm within,leavin me empty nd hallow,a living corpse.insecurity strangles me,only to die within.but |
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@sexfast | March 2009 |
LET ME DIE (1) WITH ME DIES A MAN, A STRANGER TO MOST AND AN ENEMY FOR SOME. NO REASON TO HAVE PITY OF THIS ABORTION WHO LIVED IN SILENCE AND MADE MORE NOISE THAN WA |
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@sexfast | March 2009 |
MY FINAL POEM (3) IV SHARED THE LIES AND THE FORBIDEN DREAMS OF A LOVE THAT HAS ONLY HURT ME! I SHALL TAKE WITH ME ITS SWEET SMELL OF A DYING ROSE, THE BEST OF OF WHAT |
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@fanking | March 2009 |
Will never know. (0) U lay there day nd night bt neva utter a word.Detouchd frm reality,its as tho u hav ceased to exist.yo thots neva materialize,they fade into oblivion |
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@fanking | March 2009 |
Wasted day (0) Wit one last gloomy peicin stare the sun sets once again,wit disbelief I watch the heavens turn silver black instead of blue,givn way to heavenly bodi |
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@fanking | February 2009 |
life of a grotesque (3) Its an image relatd 2 nightmares, A scare to the kids. An Icon of horor and all tht is morbid. In reality it just sits, its a lifeless sto |
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@sexfast | February 2009 |
my final hour (2) i had nothing left to share but love! i had nothing left to give but life! i'v been thorne to bits and stolen of my natural rights, but my life is min |
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@sexfast | February 2009 |
HELLS GATE (2) I LOST U ! THEN I FOUND U AND THEN LOST U AGAIN! MY GOD THE PAIN! THE HEART THAT SUBSTAINS THE STRAIN! THE FEAR OF LOST, IT KILLS MY BRAIN! IS IT I U |
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@nuqi | February 2009 |
Icalo cesu? (2) Ifintu ifibi ifilecitika nafitupalama nomba tefya kudabwa pantu fili kwati bana besu, Uliwonse alesekelesa uku mona umunankwe uku chula kuli ana insek |
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@nuqi | February 2009 |
Hasta Luego, Mi Amor. (0) Underneath the face we've known her by lays a withering ny*ph, She saves everyone but forgets to save herself like a powerless angel she falls and awa |
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@sexfast | February 2009 |
SIGNS OF THE TIME (1) LOOK DEEP! NOTHING IS HUMAN HERE! LOOK FAR ! U SHALL SEE NOTHING ! NOTHING IS THERE! ALL IS ILLUSION! REALITY HAS BECOME AN OPTIONAL! IF U WANT THE TR |
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@sexfast | February 2009 |
SORROW (1) in this land of make believe we think to knw who we ar talkn 2 but its all an illusion! and when u wake up u wil find that u have run frm hell strait |
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@fanking | February 2009 |
unease (1) So nt at ease, so nt at peace, just so nt my myself. Im lost inside, enslaved by own mind, tormentd by my doubt. I want to see, t |
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@fanking | February 2009 |
My pain (4) This pain inside, is so real to me. I can feel it running dwn my spine. I cn smell its breath, morbid nd dead, as it grins a |
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@fanking | February 2009 |
a break frm reality (3) I nid a break frm reality, A rest frm it all. To b wit no mo pain nd 4get the past. Im tired of my misery, that dwels only in my mind.[ |
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@sexfast | January 2009 |
my last word (1) spare me ur pity dnt tell me ur lies! i been broken and humiliated so many times. the angel of death has so many faces and the devils hobby is to hide |
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@sexfast | January 2009 |
instructions READ CARFULLY B4 (0) poet may feel free to write either in english or in their mother language. |
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@sexfast | January 2009 |
il mio mondo (0) mi sono svegliato stamane ed ero morto. intorno a me il silenzio, nessun pianto, nessun grido. mi son chiesto se fosse finita la mia perenne agonia: m |
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