Tag: poetry
member name: Miriam Nissan
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November 04, 2007 10:53 PM EST --
I am breathing
just
for living
just to be
loving you
while you nod
and pass by
living just
. . . more
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June 12, 2008 01:49 PM EDT --
Ah, summer sunshine
dry white hot yellow heat wave
ah, summer; skin cancer.
more
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February 25, 2007 05:48 PM EST --
The fallen words that filtered
through that gaping wound
You can't kiss away my pain
The expression leaked through your bullet holes,
you fill nothing in my . . . more
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July 26, 2007 11:57 AM EDT --
Hey there baby
these are
notes from the underground
Me and you
alone on the floor
when we said love
with sappy songs
we knew . . . more
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October 28, 2007 09:37 PM EDT --
Beautiful catastrophe.
My
hurricane girl
let loose at sundown
show your teeth
as you ride by
in your chariot
leaving perfume in all the boys heads.
dancing till they left
moondance . . . more
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March 24, 2007 10:58 PM EDT --
********People, after a long while in which I lived in a cell of my own mind: refusing to seek refuge in the scratching of pen on paper; I would just like to say: I'm baaaaack! Alive. And Kicking!******* . . . more
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May 21, 2007 08:33 PM EDT --
I remember the
look in my
mirror
when I thought of
you . . . more
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February 11, 2008 08:31 PM EST --
i
It was-
foolish in our
fragily held beliefs-
we spake at the Lord
of our hurtling
train
and caramelized sun
eyes wide
earnest and
seeking fruition
we loved in
the . . . more
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June 03, 2007 06:08 PM EDT --
Your heart is a moon,
it looks so pretty from where I stand
will you make your waves for me?
Your smile is my sun,
I . . . more
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October 11, 2006 01:06 PM EDT --
Poetry is an unapreciated art, much like the nightingales cry. Surely, when brought to the publics attention, it is admired. Why, though, must we wait for publicity's angel? Perchance it is because, . . . more
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December 05, 2006 08:35 PM EST --
Awfully glad, am I?
Awful
and glad
Awfully glad
terribly so, actually.
It's quite a bad habit,
have no idea
where I picked it up.
I am just ghastly,
ferocious,
verging on degenerate. . . . more
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October 26, 2006 08:27 PM EDT --
My tongue, it tastes the dew, the slick, natured smell seeping through my skin, cleaning my eyes with it's beauty
My hands, they feel the air,warmth through my blood, driving the unruly hairs from . . . more
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September 10, 2007 10:07 PM EDT --
Sweet one
tell me
you are in love/
a kinda high
is what you say/
and he needs you too/
I say its
just what cocaine
would do/
Am I a bitch?
Youre a child/
My child/
I love you/
Dont get hurt, . . . more
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