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This is Living? (A Poem)
by St.James
I give up on emotions. I don't want to believe in love! It's all just about people hooking-up. It's all about money, sex, and anti-depressant drugs. The only thing that matters is, "How much money do you... published 2 days ago
Crucified Heart (A Poem)
by St.James
I am alive, but dead inside. I thought I was dead before, but you just made me more. While here, my hands were tied You pulled my heart out from my chest, and held it, bleeding and sore You did to me what you... published 2 days ago
Imprisoned (A Poem)
by St.James
Oh God, just make this end. The night is calling to me again. The moon is hidden behind a cloud, While someone is crying out-loud. Why can't I find my way out? My torment won't let me shout. I am imprisoned in... published 3 days ago
My Dream in the sky
by TJJENN
My Dream In The Sky Tami Jennings 11/17/2004 One Night As I Walked Alone I Noticed a Star Up In The Sky How Bright and Majestically atoned I wanted To Grow Wings and Fly I Thought about Far Off Places... published 4 days ago
The Unveiling of the Black Satin Cloth
by TJJENN
I Unveil The Black Satin From My eyes I Look Around at a Cold Dark World I think To Myself This World Use to Be So Colorful so Vibrant So Different.... I Look at the People and See How they Have changed... published 4 days ago
Move on... but never forget
by glassvisage
Have you ever listened to the song/speech by Baz Lurhmann (yes, the director of the new "Romeo and Juliet") "Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)"? It's a very interesting piece to listen to, and even to watch... published 4 days ago
Rudyard Kipling's Poem "IF"
by St.James
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be... published 6 days ago
"The Touch of the Master's Hand" by Myra B. Welch
by St.James
'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But held it up with a smile. "What am I bidden, good folks," he cried, "Who will start... published 6 days ago
poetry from yesteryear
by Onome Okwuosa
So you knew who he was but it didn't stop you. You saw his pain and continued , For your happiness you ventured, until when? Until he comes back and shows you his sores, Until he allows you into his room, And... published 8 days ago













