She deliberately ignores defies /the promises and threats and lies ...

I read a love poem. I did not relate to it anymore. I am in love with no one, no one is in love with me. It is ONLY me. This is a poem on lonelyness.

She jumps; heard a chuckle from his newfound lips: Had they ever been so inviting? Existed, at all?

little idea of what a 20s flapper might feel like. in my opinion. been reading the blind assassin and listening to trains go by

OH CAPTAIN, THIS IS IT.

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redemption

sylvia said, dying is an art, like everything else. inspired by the bell jar and lady lazarus.

Collar bones are elegant, but ribs are for the simply elite. Please review.

Trip

we held hands while the sky was falling.

he never remembered, she never forgot.

Love and Heartbreak are one in the same, You can't have one without the other.

seven

too bad its the only ocupation your allowed to be wrong in...

his lighter is decorated in gasoline and scratches, one for every smoldering glance...

just a poem that came to me about the world today

ProED poetry for the masses? Not quite. I encourage nothing. Written at a time when I was exploring some very sensitive issues and trying to understand unfamiliar territory.

One by one, she lets go.

{ you're bigger than this town }

[close your eyes]

'don't rain on my parade...'

i'm trying to get you to steal my heart.

From beneath the bell jar a dahlia waits for something anything to happen... please r&r!

Together we'll make a masterpiece... Please review!