Tag: arts
group name: poetrybyus
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April 09, 2007 03:54 PM EDT --
Pain is a part of life. Sometimes we fall down and don't want to get back up.
The pain from the fall is real, the cuts may run very deep.
You might not want to get up in the morning, at night . . . more
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June 07, 2007 09:12 PM EDT --
There is a time and there is a place
And I have found neither to rest my weary face
A whisper of rain in trees
Can bring the fiercest to their knees
Hazy mists rolled across the skies
And the truth was . . . more
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December 07, 2006 11:37 PM EST --
When I look to the ocean, I see squares.
An endless expanse of ninety-degree angles and normality
waiting to be broken.
So I gave those pretentious lines what the wanted.
I bathed the thorn of my . . . more
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January 08, 2007 04:20 PM EST --
I have an overwhelming desire
to set myself on fire.
Purging
my
mentality.
panicpanicpanicpanicpanic.
Should we tell someone?
Let's incite a grand riot,
Everyone's invited.
Pardon . . . more
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March 09, 2007 11:09 AM EST --
Goodbye.
Who would
Have imagined this
would be the beginning of the end.
It would be an adventure of a lifetime
where fantasies came to life and dreams would die.
Amazing, how we lived as if it would . . . more
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May 06, 2007 02:41 AM EDT --
i am often asked
why i write
or how
and what
compels
this right hand
to script
erratic
incomprehensible
thoughts
that consistently
drown
my cerebral cortex
only to pay my heart a visit
awakening . . . more
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November 18, 2006 03:35 PM EST --
Wind beneath my sins
Bearing the weight of hunger
I will one day fly
-KDM
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November 29, 2006 07:02 PM EST --
The Question was written December 26, 1996, the day my wife of 15 years arrived home from work to inform me she no longer wanted the honor of that title. As one can imagine, the devastation was complete. . . . more
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February 22, 2007 11:39 PM EST --
Derek Anthony Beall
April 24, 1989 - February 16, 2007
In the early morning hours of Friday, February 16, 2007 my 17-year-old son reached the agonizing conclusion that whatever problems . . . more
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June 01, 2007 02:33 PM EDT --
Some people aren't witless.
Others are. Often
It's not because they're shunned
By the stars or
Born brain damaged.
The plain fact of the matter
Is that
They learned it.
It was . . . more
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November 18, 2006 03:31 PM EST --
Listen to the sounds around you....
What do you hear?
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April 26, 2007 08:21 PM EDT --
This poem is dedicated to that perennial cockroach that seems to infest the gather landscape in ever increasing numbers. If this is about you, you know it. You wish you could write, but you can't, . . . more
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August 05, 2007 05:19 PM EDT --
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B93HW6byWN0
have listened to a couple of his songs, I think if ever you wanted one of your songs sung by anyone you would get him to sing them...Very . . . more
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April 27, 2007 09:40 PM EDT --
Somewhere a long time ago, I think there was a two word challenge with the words I am, and I started a poem on it. Never finished it. Last night I was playing around with it, and came up with a version . . . more
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November 29, 2006 08:56 PM EST --
Dedicated to Linda Denise McFarlane Beall
Through the mist she appears
eyes glowing, hair flowing.
Like a spirit materializing from thin air
she becomes a vision to behold.
With a voice as soft and sweet . . . more
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November 18, 2006 12:51 AM EST --
Alone in this dark place am I.
My bones begin to crumble.
Alone in this dark place am I.
Seething, unhurried.
Alone in this dark place..
Alone in this dark place..
Strange noises , breathing.
Alone . . . more
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June 27, 2007 03:07 PM EDT --
Shivering lights met mine eyes that night
I was not prepared for fight or flight
Searing eyes of wrath gazing at me
But I stood my ground and did not flee
There was a time when I was still young
When catty . . . more
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March 21, 2007 01:25 PM EDT --
I am high..high as hell..
floating away on a swordfish's tail..
"feed me feed me" my fishy screams..
gurgle gurgle..
I am drowning you see....
-KDM
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November 16, 2006 12:04 PM EST --
What is this? . . . more
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December 02, 2006 11:26 AM EST --
The roses all lay wilting on the table,
And the card, unopened by their side.
I'd of sent ten dozen if I was able,
Anything to stop the way you cried.
Sandi, where have you gone? . . . more
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