
Registered: March 09, 2004
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you all need to post some stuff then.
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Registered: November 30, 2003
Posts: 972
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If you call making freestyles poetry, then yes. I am a poet.
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Registered: August 26, 2003
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I'm a poet, but I don't like writing poems to people. It makes me nervous.
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Registered: March 09, 2004
Posts: 2913
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Timeless: Strength here distances cunning opression Love...just here...no...there Neatly trapped Caught Where worked muscles age. --paint-- --charcoal-- --design-- --photography-- [This message was edited by bauhaus on May 03, 2004 at 09:21 PM.]
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Registered: November 11, 2003
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___Repeat Threads annoy me and no, apologizing doesn't make it all better if you're just going to do it anyway.
___Do not make any more Repeat Threads!!!
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Registered: April 08, 2004
Posts: 21
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I have two 4 ya!
a nervess mess under stress I don't know what to do am I through I'm still going or at least i think I am I'm not floating I think thats a sign I'm not going what stress what's with the white dress these huge wings halo atop wait I'm moving and can't stop stop,stop,stop the singing cut my wings and leave me swinging why am I up here I'm not through let me say good bye or I'll miss you I wish I wasn't through I mean I saved her I thought I'd live she was sick and knew she would die I couldn't figure why out of nowhere I heard a cry I standed in front of her a shot and I die.
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from when I was young the same song was always sung from the anorexic girls' mouths poured out the words I wanna be perfect, I wanna follow the herds
I was diffrent I didn't starve I appreciated what I had even though I wasn't living large
As I got older I stayed the same a medium skinny,without any shame I stay skinny I sort of watch what I eat I get boyfriends anyway I eat what I want
I don't care about my weight but I don't flaut the fact I'm so skinny I want to gain weight why? because it's hard to sleep on bones at night I guess its a blessing/fate
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Registered: October 21, 2003
Posts: 558
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dont know 4/28/2004 When it gets late and the night is still This is where I hear screams In the silence of the night my head is buzzing And I cant concentrate and its to overwhelming Straight off and I cant catch my breath Air to cold and quick for my lungs to grasp Cold water the last image burned in my -copyright nattynaps
Just a short one i did a few days ago
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