Tag: writing
group name: insanepoet
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November 02, 2007 01:46 PM EDT --
I've been sitting on this for awhile-note the dead metaphor there. It's something I dashed off one day while pondering the collaboration on constructive criticism that Amy George . . . more
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March 02, 2007 03:07 PM EST --
you arrive in disguise,
no longer vague,
your nakedness lost in
a sweep of black.
your honesty rips me
out of my head
and when i snap back,
if I could breathe,
i would scream your name.
i want . . . more
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October 25, 2006 08:45 PM EDT --
Many years have passed us by
Honey I have heard your sigh
They say a man ain' t suppose to cry
I miss you so much I could die
Every dog has his . . . more
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December 03, 2006 10:54 AM EST --
Why is the night so hollow?
Why is love's cry so still?
Why do I try for tenderness,
Knowing the moments only pain's left to fill?
I know I've felt the warmth,
Flowing through . . . more
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September 20, 2006 01:14 PM EDT --
The blue-black night he does adorn,
yet withers and weakens upon the morn.
With approaching light his beauty fades.
Sun bearing her bright new day.
I fear not the dawn of light,
for my love returns . . . more
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October 01, 2006 12:52 AM EDT --
My people
My people I am calling you listen.
Harken unto my words.
Harken unto my love.
Fight for the children.
Fight for their souls.
Tear down the terrible.
The darken soul.
Protect the . . . more
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October 07, 2006 11:28 PM EDT --
Sun dancer wait for me
I'll stand atop a mountain
jump into the sky
Leap into your lighted soul
And leave the world behind.
Sun Dancer©2006jalyce
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September 09, 2006 08:17 AM EDT --
I, Amanda, bleed to write words. I think of ink as my weapon; an olive branch in regards to the chaotic yet wonderful world we inhabit.
Lightning sparks my imagination. Thunder vibrates, shaking my creative . . . more
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September 03, 2006 11:42 AM EDT --
Now listen to me Satan, and you better pay heed,
We found our power and it's all we need.
it's handed down from God in heaven above,
and we're looking down on you from the wings of a dove. . . . more
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September 20, 2006 02:56 PM EDT --
A new life is born,
the soul begins its journey,
though the soul is worn.
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August 13, 2008 08:43 PM EDT --
There was a time,
but no more,
with your eyes
you knew what.
When eyes show
more than you
know or cared
to share.
No more you
or me or now
no . . . more
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September 21, 2007 03:58 PM EDT --
fallen leaves of change
blown by gray winds of autumn
startled sunlight here
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August 04, 2008 09:12 PM EDT --
"Next Stop Poem Contest Submission"
Night Train Serenade
On still summer nights
with the windows open wide,
I hear faint, familiar music;
steel . . . more
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June 11, 2007 11:08 PM EDT --
Offered for critique, again:
Forgiveness
Each time he forgives
her manifold wickedness
he wounds her anew
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September 24, 2006 04:14 PM EDT --
Juices
Why don't my juices flow?
He went away and I can't no more.
I'm in a brain freeze. A call from him could bring my heart ease.
Let my juices flow, until I want no more.
Why don't . . . more
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March 08, 2007 01:13 PM EST --
The more you try to seek me out
The more you will end up confused
Mystified by the masks I wear
My cloak and dagger subterfuge
My flesh is anchored to this world
My soul resides in fantasy . . . more
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September 12, 2006 08:02 AM EDT --
Mother , it was you who loved me first.
I loved you to but I did not know you as well.
I would see you holding your beautiful baby.
At that time I did not understand it was he who saved me. . . . more
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May 02, 2007 06:47 PM EDT --
Night draws in,
Creeping, taking everyone by surprise
Everyone but him
He's been hearing the echo of her stilettos in his sleep for hours
She's been taunting him
Teasing him
Toying with his . . . more
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December 14, 2007 12:27 PM EST --
what about the grief
lying there in the corner
all too familiar
almost out of sight and thought
tiny sliver you can't find
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September 10, 2006 02:08 PM EDT --
Somewhere in the world, true love has over come. With each second passing, they're closer to being one.
Little time is what she has left, each second she has with you; she'll have her . . . more
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