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| May 29th, 2004 09:59 PM | ||
| Mr. Vagiclean |
YEAH TELL EM HOW'S IT'S DONE 
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| May 29th, 2004 04:20 PM | ||
| kahljorn | All your life was a lie that's why your soul cries sick and blue torn ligaments renew the perturbed silence rotting, wholesome enquiries based on your perceptual grief.. perspectives eat your eyes like a diary fruit farming bush, you write your secrets down and nobody gives a damn except glaring fussilades of your own self terror. Crashing down upon y ourself like deep blue darkened seas, depressurizing the ampitated parts with bitter sorrow--filled with some chance of cordial happiness and gastric decay of space. | |
| Apr 26th, 2004 08:20 AM | ||
| Ghost of Fraiser | The name of the poem was "Monsters under my Bed" by Jamie Rints, Age 12 | |
| Apr 24th, 2004 05:55 PM | ||
| Spastic Colon |
How about we play the game "Drink what's under the sink." You go first. 
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| Apr 24th, 2004 04:39 PM | ||
| Pub Lover |
Maybe I want to be a 'homp'. 
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| Apr 24th, 2004 01:37 PM | ||
| Spectre X |
This thread is full of homps. Except Pub, Oatmeal and Matt. |
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| Apr 24th, 2004 12:24 PM | ||
| kellychaos | Your pain ... runs deep ... share it with me. | |
| Apr 24th, 2004 02:41 AM | ||
| ArrowX | DRINK SOME BLEACH! DRINK SOME BLEACH! DRINK SOME BLEACH! DRINK SOME BLEACH! | |
| Apr 21st, 2004 10:46 AM | ||
| Matt Harty |
Re: poem Quote:
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| Apr 19th, 2004 11:18 PM | ||
| BlueOatmeal | GODAMMIT! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL ALIVE? PLZ DIE KTHX | |
| Apr 19th, 2004 04:13 PM | ||
| xBLacKObSeSSioNx |
poem wuts the problem? It has absolutely nothing to do with Ann, so y aren't u happy??? |
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| Apr 19th, 2004 03:40 PM | ||
| Pub Lover |
Oh No... 
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| Apr 19th, 2004 03:38 PM | ||
| xBLacKObSeSSioNx |
DaRK Poem~ Tell me what you think, I wrote it myself... Covered in silence And wondering why, The emotion is there But you’re too scared to cry, Your healer is still undefined... Deeper and deeper Your heart fades to black, Take a look around At the love that you lack, The emotion is there But you’re too scared to cry, Your healer is still undefined... Further you plunge Into the ground, The voices command you In surround sound, The emotion is there But you’re too scared to cry, Your healer is still undefined... Waiting for the day You’ll be able to release, All of your thoughts And rest in peace, The emotion is gone You can no longer cry, And it’s because your healer has left you behind... |
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